Lyrics:
to the bus stop
Way I been writing, you'd think I'm a laptop
I got my brothers around in my workshop, aye
AWOL, locked up
Caught him outside, and I'm watching
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was
Cookin up dope in the workshop
Big dreams, big money on me
Cash money cash flame party
Bigger badder bitches be on me
Put it on blast, make
bullshit)
I'm tryna slip away (Slip away)
Slip away from bullshit (Slip away from bullshit ma nigga)
It's been so long (So long)
I just need my workshop (I
Welcome to my workshop
Let me see you work
Show how you fix it
I know your body's worth
To the rhythm
To the beat
Time is money
Make me rich
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was a diesel
the drapes)
Chunariya chhapawaye de
(Print the drapes)
Bhaiya rangrejwa chunariya chhapwayede
(Brother, print the drapes at the dyer's workshop)
Pehle chhapo
live to the half
I can die just a little less
When I start again
Back where I began
Welcome to the workshop of mistakes
With my feigned smile on display
Hello
I'm an elf from the north pole
And it's not so cold
Once you get used to it
Hey
I'm an elf who knows my way
Around this place
Oh, look
There's
reindeer really know how to fly
Can I stay up to see his sleigh in the sky
Where'd he get this grand idea in the first place
His workshop must be huge
a breakdown,
Hit the brake now
What's mistake and what is in my nature?
Hate to wager
I'm ticking like a clock,
I need a fix, someone take me to a workshop
Just
cry,
Crosstown, problematic, it only feeds you.
Come on into the workshop! I'll fix you up!
Come on into the workshop! And see it my way...
Come on into
the q the r the s the t the you the v
W, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you
My brother, My nigga
My nigga, my brother
My brother, my nigga
My nigga, my brother
My nigga, my brother
My brother, my nigga
My nigga, my brother
My
let me get back 'cause I'm wettin' niggas
So run and tell the others 'cause we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
let me get back 'cause I'm wettin' niggas
So run and tell the others 'cause we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So
adios thats payday
I got da sauce
내 두 번째 Workshop 내 우리 집 verse
I Walk out straight like a boss
Hey 서울시 is my city
players cant get me
Its mission abort
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
and take to it back
A hustlin' little brother with crack
But now I grind a little bit harder
Harder my niggaz stories in order
See, it was hard for me
the word brother, he man dyke
Yo, I spin my web all across New York
Get it out out in all types of ice that you sport
One chain, two chain, three chain,
Up in the workshop all the elves were playin' music
For the good Loyal foils, who find it therapeutic
When Santa busted in, quite in a rough
praise the Lord
If a brother elevate
We dey pop champagne we dey jubilate eh
Come follow me celebrate
Finally my music circulate eh
You may think I'm
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