Lyrics:
Yeah, DJ Clue AKA, William, M. Holla
With William H. Holla
The world's most infamous
The Holla family nigga
Roc-a-fella Records, c'mon
on the Curb like I'm Amazon
You think I'm bad? Bitch, I'm worse with the camera's on
'Cause goddammit I'm shameless-William H. Macy
I'mma let my wife do
my heartbreaker
(Will.i.am)
A h h h h I'm a heart
A h h h I'm a
(Will.i.am)
Where she go (where she go)
I got some things I gotta let her know (let
Trying to make a difference the American way
William McKinley, 25 helped business grow
Theodore Roosevelt was the youngest (president), y'know
William H.
could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! ho! ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
But she had to rehearse.
could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! ho! ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
But she had to rehearse.
could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! ho! ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
But she had to rehearse.
written with da rope attached
Ima S.H.I.N.E. U A S.H.I.N.E. Ima S.H.I.N.E
Ima S.H.I.N.E. on 12
Ima S.H.I.N.E. on bail
Ima S.H.I.N.E. on scales
If I die
the stewartess to back up off me we on ya'll
Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time great
William H. word up
And if ya call and I'm not
the stewartess to back up off me we on ya'll
Warned ya, but ya'll still couldn't wait for the all-time great
William H. word up
And if ya call and I'm not
the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha,
Ernest Hemingway could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! Ho! Ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
'hi, h'hi, h'hi hi hi hi
Wanna cry, h'hi, h'hi, h'hi hi hi
You know why, h'hi, h'hi, h'hi hi hi hi
My whole lie, h'hi, h'hi, h'hi hi hife
Is gonna burn away
life on February 3rd
John Quincy Adams, the 23rd, he would speak no more
On the 8th of March, Millard Fillmore, gone at 74
March 8th, 1930, William H.
the crowd let out this deafening sound
It was the night Hank Williams came to town
On and on he sang into the night
'Jambalaya', 'Cheatin' H0eart', 'I
it's too much (too much)
Niggas say that my crew is too tough (too tough)
Plus I smoke the black, hangin out wit William H.
Town to town, bound to sell
I like the flame to set me free
Just let it burn, what's left of me
I'm holding on
But I can't breathe no more
No I can't breathe no more
Burn
[Timbaland]
Uh, see'mon, uh, see'mon
[Fabolous]
Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous
[Fabolous]
Some little pretty mami's is all I
bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause the streets is watching
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H.
on.
Jali to bolunga burnol
I aint gonna spare
Just burn all
Dedicated hu me kaam me
Dimag commander
Or dil h ye colonel.
Khabar bani aaj
Hui sun
a trance
But when the time is right, me and the Devil gon' dance
Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?
You scared to death I'll make
Chinchilla blankets, H. Winston anklets on
Drug dealer banquets, hands out, fire when we spit (haha)
The position is lit, drop fifty out a blimp
Roast ya
the bridge you better pack those blankets
Cause winter here is colder than a fatboy sandwich
So let the madness begin like H.S
The gods gave me the gift like
told H.E.R. on Resurrection
Caught up in the Hype Williams, and lost H.E.R. direction
Gettin' ate in sections where I wouldn't eat H.E.R
An under
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