Lyrics:
vert comme bill bixby
T'es le truc dans bill bigdil
Trouve moi dans les big big deal
Tout vert comme bill bixby
Que j'ai pas talent qui le dit
Piscine
but I feel like Bill Bixby
Don’t hold your breath, might meet death if you still wanna see me
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
(Can’t
Bill Bixby
I never sleep, cut off my eyelids
Insomniac, maniac, I'm a hybrid
Bitch, I'm a pirate, they call me Blackbeard
I sail the seven seas
Ho,
A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let's
fuck with me now
I'm Grammy certified the committee can pick me now
And they all green with envy like Bill Bixby
Bow down, kiss the tip of my cane, I
The Place Can't Erase My Grend
Stuck On My Face When I'm With My Friends
When I Bust A Rap To A DJ Quik Beat
We Get Green Just Like Bill Bixby
Turn Into
try give me sugar, I'ma mush her
Big B, lil' nigga, Bill Bixby, lil' nigga
Smoke big tree, lil' nigga, we too large to igg me, lil' nigga
This ciggy
A nigga scripted wax upon racks watch me lift it
Like a Mac spraying turning 360
This that retina for a retina, old testament
Bill Bixby green
Doom-doom-doom-doom-doom, slide like Bill Bixby
This shit be havin' you niggas in the emergency
Undergoin' surgery wantin' to murder me
When you go, you know you heard
jacked and Jilled, nigga
Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby, nigga
I'm spendin' money, spendin' money
Ben Franklin dizzy,
A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pokets never skinny
Played let's
Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them
Jerome lovin', man, I hit the pack
Yo, we, Panther power, keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like
Jerome lovin', man, I hit the pack
Yo, we, Panther power, keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like
of hallow tip round
Turn the fuckin' sound up
My cup runneth over Hennessey, the Bill Bixby
Ninja Scroll, niggaz that roll
My son did four in the hole
green like the
Other side of Bill Bixby (Don't stop)
When he gets mean, think fast 'fore I blast
Hoes like Grassy Knoll
Went from scraggly old clothes
As I sit around with more
Blow than Bill Bixby see the change
The two-thirteen Range see the kick speed
Gun on my waist, movin' with base
Runnin'
jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days smokin' coke and digi
'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
Face green, knuckles burst out like
In those old Bill Bixby days
The master of reiki he
Waved his hands over me
And said I eat too much steak
And hold on too long to ancient takes
of hallow tip round
Turn the fuckin' sound up
My cup runneth over Hennessey, the Bill Bixby
Ninja Scroll, niggaz that roll
My son did four in the hole
clothes like Bill Bixby
Rippin the microphone 'til I'm motherfuckin sixty
Smokin the indo, by the window, it's sticky
Spark the izm, my expertism, is
flips
And watch for lizards and leeches that want your publishing
Suck a dick you can miss me wit that sucker shit
Conduit
Bill Bixby when it comes to lit
flips
And watch for lizards and leeches that want your publishing
Suck a d*** you can miss me wit that sucker s***
Conduit
Bill Bixby when it comes to lit
All this country music will be the death of me
Don't bury my body, let it sink into the sea
Where I'll meet Ernest Tubb and Bill Bixby
Yeah he's
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