Lyrics:
Yeah, you know what it is, Bubba Sparxxx, Jamelia
Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs
Get your head together, it's on bitch,
My head's ringing, like it was Spider-Sense tingling
Blitzin like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second
England could my listeners take?
There was a track about women and the drama they bring
“Hot Girls Make Guys Do Really Stupid Things”
Remember “Geeked
According to news, we're all fucked
Man are keeping a toolie tucked
No youth clubs, no money, no houses
Poor people are shit outta luck
Studio flat,
king, hear them shoutin'
First class ticket invitation
Gyal from New York, England and Jamaica
Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody
king, hear them shoutin'
First class ticket invitation
Gyal from New York, England and Jamaica
Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody
age of a bigger man
Oi kid come check out the wingspan doing it fly
We going in ham
From when I hit club brandy's come
Mans will bun brandy's done
Then
on the ceilings
2 times win for the club boy back on a one job talking about buildings
Now I got cash in envies cash in bankies talking about winnings
Had to come
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
full of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money while misleading the village
[Chorus]
Not from New England, but I pack a patriot
me to film it
Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no
my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club
my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club
New York City
He began to play the Apollo in Harlem
Good scene there
Everybody raved
One day, one night
Came a Cadillac, four headlights
Came
the clubs
And we scrubbed up well
Washed off the work and the stress
And now all we want’s some excess
Better yet a night to remember
That we’ll soon forget
and fame
I’ve always got to represent, through the years increased crime rate
And Macclesfield football club finally gained the takeover
New direction
around the world
London, England, South of France
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan
I'm a Tokyo
better, new cheddar, handlin', chain danglin'
New York to England, it's D again, they diggin' me again
See me win again, hot like sun, bust like gun
on these niggas like I
Play for New England (Play for New England)
Said he got a whole pint left, I'm like
"Bring it" (yeah, bring it)
Stomp a nigga all in
they lit the bonfire for the network TV news cameras, so that they could say "Yes! Another triumph in the Drug War!"
Drug War. War. The American army
guess I'm 5'10" there is a
Fan Club here in England
But if things go well in the
States then we'll have one there
I suppose it's a little early
To even
a fuck
Brand new whip tearin’ up the club
Comin’ at you live 2021 (Paul Atreides)
Timmy T, NGB
Roll with us and you can guarantee
That we’ll get the nod
From being a musician, out in the world in Europe,
I left and became composer... So I went to Berlin.
To make some money, I would go to some clubs
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