Lyrics:
Two good men a long time gone,
Two good men a long time gone
(Two good men a long time gone, oh, gone),
Sacco, Vanzetti a long time gone,
Left me
Hear This Music
Díselo Luian
Mambo Kingz
Mambo Kingz
Flow Factory
Uh
A mí
Miss November Tuesday,
Bend your rubber rules.
Take your time, but don't take
Off your high heeled shoes.
She's in demand at dinner time;
She's
Factory
Yeah, so the stepping game we played then
Is the same game we gonna play right now
Are y'all ready?
C'mon one, two, three sing
Step,
Factory
Yeah, so the stepping game we played then
Is the same game we gonna play right now
Are y'all ready?
C'mon one, two, three sing
Step,
up there?)
And we'll sell 'em all factory-direct to you
(Is my size up there?)
Well, I never made it past the second grade
It took all of my life
the shoes?
Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin' roof off the house
Expose them foes with my mouth
I see corporate hands up in foreign lands
With the man
boulevard
Her shoes in her left hand
The postcard arrived two days too late
She'll miss her rendezvous again
Tabitha lost her factory job
Turns up her collar
help 'em mind they business with some bottles on ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Repeat x8]
Destruction in the club
Oh, no... Big Snoop Dogg
Ice so cold you
Hey
Tirigitantanta
Esto es el pentagono
Arcangel pa
Trevol
Mambo kings
Vamono con un viaje vive de mi vida loca
Te campa si el nene
laid back in the cinnamon Range
Two decades and ain't a damn thing changed
Keep my girl, in strawberry swirls
You can taste it, my instict's basic
suede shoes
Wow, oh yeah
A wop bop a lu la bop
Dancin' to the super crook blues
Well the billionaire boys
They want a billion dollars
They're
it ain't got a heart
Only three more hours, until this day is thru
Three more boring hours, might as well be twenty-two
I'm working in a factory, 10
for the whip
Damn, the bills are due
But I don't get paid for a week or two
I'm bout to go sell some shoes
I'm fresh outta Addys and Blues
Keepin' it
man I got a blue mouth
I can do dat
Come home and take my shoes off
I can do dat
Behind my house I got a pool and two dogs
I can do dat
I ride candy red
the J's nigga (and that's facts)
Hah, hah, hah, hah
And it's middle fingers to the fake niggas
Two right shoes on, that mean that I am too right
Tryna
daughter
2015 I made two mil' for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter
What the fuck?
Post Trap Soul gettin' back to it
need to get out
Shirts, shoes, and electronics, made for less than two whole dollars
It's all a scheme for major profits, hey, that's what we call
soup
I'm saying hey Veruca Salt
Tell me what can I do
Find a golden ticket
How bout number two
A Beuregard's coming
Chewing on her gum
Her Dad square
the Navihater
Fuck shoes, I want the whole fuckin' alligator
Murphy rather put the shoes on a Navigator
Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
V2
Couldn't wait for him to get home
Toss the ball around
He worked all day down at the factory
But he never let me down
I've been working as a temp
At the local factory
I hope they hire me on full time
I've got shoes to buy
And mouths to feed
I drive a buy
balling
No ruckus!
Louis on my new shoes in the booth I Boofoo
And you know I stay
Fresh, that Lauren London, that New New
Everybody you knew know
This
Balloon clan
Fanya mambo
Speed huwa ni moss moss, blameless
Rap huwa ni cleanshelf, hot sales
Nonsense
Marapper wako rat race
Wengine jobless
Kazi zao
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