Lyrics:
If I could beat the Block in a old school
Get fly like you supposed to
Then I just may not end up coming down
Old school tinted, wood wood grain
good in the woods
Ya freakin' my mind, ya freakin' my mind
I told the Maceo about the days that go (he know)
I know he know 'cause he's out to get
I've been down bad but I'm still good
Coped a new school but the wheel still wood
Still running with my day 1s know I still should
Made a pretty
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
CROWD: Burn, burn them up!
BEDEMIR: And what do you burn apart from witches?
VILLAGER #1: More witches!
VILLAGER #2: Wood!
BEDEMIR: So, why do witches
Thugger!
YSL for life, bitch
Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
Free the GOAT!
That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
bounce, and hopefully have them
back up into your morning dick wood while you D up...
That could be nice
You wanna head over to that frat party and start
friends"
And I'll say, "Hey (hey)
I'm right back at it again"
Just like I've always said
"If you're too cool for school
I ain't here to make no friends
to bed
It's a school night
She knows that you're cool with the monster in your room
But she don't know you're really best friends with the moon light
Now
see me as I pop and I shine
I'ma break 'em off see that 5th just recline
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl
TV/VCR, lay back on recliner
And they just
see me as I pop and I shine
I'ma break 'em off see that 5th just recline
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl
TV/VCR, lay back on recliner
And they just
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
just recline
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl
TV VCR, lay back gone recline
And they just mad draped and dripped in that Caddy
Hoes get mad cause I
A-Team me as I pop and I shine
Ima break em off see that Flip just recline
Still is a minor, wood on the vinyl
Tv VCR, lay back gone recline
And they
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Friend?
What's a friend to me?
Gotta be more than not and enemy
Gotta be the one who support what you believe in
Always have your back and never get
and again (seekin' attention)
With the same bitch but you still wish you could pick up the woman that you used to let fall
This ain't high school
This ain't,
John, and he rides my bus to school,
And he holds my hand.
He's fourteen, he's my older man.
But we'll still be the best of friends,
The three of us,
John, and he rides my bus to school,
And he holds my hand.
He's fourteen, he's my older man.
But we'll still be the best of friends,
The three of us,
A: I was chillin' with my girl after school
Makin' waves and getting naked, playing games with power tools
The two of us we got in trouble,
We in holly wood
We in holly wood
Is that understood , Ay
We in holly wood
She say she like my wood
I let her roll my wood
But she can't hit the wood
and the beef play dead
Though it's more like a skeeter shaking a web
And along came a spider with two of his friends
It was into the woods, a delusional mess
that way
Right after school rolling woods with JJ
I got the blues always coming my way
They see a fool riding with the AK
Break all the rules, this
and bore it thro'.
For Enoch parted with his old sea-friend,
Bought Annie goods and stores, and set his hand
To fit their little streetward sitting-room
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