Lyrics:
and you sing this song..
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall play.
Oh, Dreidel,
and you sing this song..
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready, with dreidel I shall play.
Oh, Dreidel,
Stacking up all the bread and I got a good amount
Bitch it's Clay Raw in the street
Get a nigga knocked off tell my boys be discreet
And It's Clay raw mgm
the vision
It's a long way out, but I know I gotta get it
We all nits till our minds gone
All walk with feet of clay
Till the day when our minds lost
I'll walk
Boy hop off my wave (My wave)
Get outta my way (My way)
My coupe where I stay (Where I stay)
Yo bitch wanna play (Aye)
Smashin' that pussy like clay
nigga D-mo
My boy from the tre
They always pay late
I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay
My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed
That nigga
nigga D-mo
My boy from the tre
They always pay late
I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay
My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed
That nigga
Clay
My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed
That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor
He can't handle shit, that nigga went down
Goin
named Clay
My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed
That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor
He can't handle shit, that nigga went down
Goin
lands, and you sing this song:
I have a little dreidle, I made it out of clay!
And when its dry and ready, with dreidle I shall play!
Oh, dreidle dreidle
Hop out the chevy roll heavy no sense and a machete
Them boys from deep in the sticks keep a fo fifth at the ready
Shoulda known bitch I stay petty
(Big Drice on the beat yea)
I got Clay the Don with me
"What Clay the Don of?"
The Don of having your bitch in her thong nigga
I just got paid 10
papier mache
Making bullet-proof faces; Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
"If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing"
So you scream out of line:
"I want
It's Clay Raw on the track man
Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down (They knocking they knocking)
Word
.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
"My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We better go on with our war."
"I quite agree", said General Gore
Then
All the girls all dance with the boys from the city
And they don't care to dance with me
Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy
All the girls all dance with the boys from the city
And they don't care to dance with me
Now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy
A boy barely turned into a man
Has lead his soldiers through rival lands
His courage and loyalty seen
Avē Imperātor
Divi filius
Imperātor
Avē
joe young my niggas gorrillas
For the fam we on alla that
They pissed them boys need a doggy mat
I put a perc in my Apple Jacks
The city is ours man
ACTIN’ LIKE EVERYTHING'S FINE
WHILE IT’S LIKE I’M STILL STUCK THERE NOW
IN SOME RED DIRT CLAY
LIKE THEM SETTLE DOWN BOYS
THAT NEVER GOT AWAY
LIKE OUR
"The story you're about to see, occurred along the main
Trading route, on the border between the North and South
At a small outpost called Red Clay
"The story you're about to see, occurred along the main
Trading route, on the border between the North and South
At a small outpost called Red Clay
Quest
On the jet boy mission all our clips got extensions
Tryin' to hold onto your chain, you gon' end up missin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'! (You
Who shot them down
Who shot our good boys down
Three cops on the ground
Boys in Blue cry out the sound
On an Old Dirt Road this tragedy went down
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