Search results for 'buff leather'

before
Stretching in the leathers, getting buff like I am a boss
When I play touch down I feel no remorse 

What you willing to die for
What you

a fridge, don't freeze
Back in that black like my city I be
Big stepping, shout out to my record
One minute in leather, next we be stunting in bandanas
Easily

Running up then bands watch me count em up
In my Maserati tan leather all inside
Black designer pants yeah my pockets buff
Dropping hundreds on her

Just Loungin'

The Fat Boys

All Meat No Filler: The Best of Fat Boys

1997

I was gearing

Patent leather! Silk! Credit cards!
A pocket full of money! The whole nine yards!
Off to the beach and I must discuss
That

Gettin rich like tony stark
My bro can shoot ya we got irons man
Gotta blast leave ya in dust
Made of same leather, don't think you can't get touched

You in the rough, and you can't get enough
Go touch that stuff, you'll wish you was buff
You'll never be us, your only scuff

Driving 2 hunneds, down

Tina

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

shit
Unless it's Steve Harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Swag, swag, swag, swag
Tina perm your fucking weave

I'm with your girlfriend

Gossip Folks

Missy Elliott

Totally Hip Hop

2003

ya heard?
High leathers, my feathers, my furs, ah
I fly like a bird (oh)
Chickenheads on the prowl (prowl)
Who you tryna f- now? (Now)
Now you

Gossip Folks

Missy Elliott

Under Construction

2002

ya heard?
High leathers, my feathers, my furs, ah
I fly like a bird (oh)
Chickenheads on the prowl (prowl)
Who you tryna f- now? (Now)
Now you

Hide Out or Ride Out

Juvenile

Solja Rags

1997

slugs flyin' high, got yo' body real heavy
you can't move, ya' got buff 
now your stuck
left Wayne on the set, and yo' boys to pick you up
out cold

look buff
I just rolled 2 dice but only 1 came up

Sun came up, still had my sunglasses on
First name basis, freshen up at the salon
I don't know how

Sixty days, sixty days (numbers, damn)
Ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah (good job)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (sock it to me, uh)

My leather coat was

Red leather seats in the redeye, bitch I'm goin' fast
90 dollar eighthy in this 'wood, bitch I be blowin' gas
Stepped in the mall with some

now
The bitch done hit a fat dick, a fat dick

Chorus: (Bun B)
Now tell me what it's all about in that South:
Big gold grill in yo mouth
With leather

Sammy

GWAR

Carnival of Chaos

1997

He was a boy - he was a fine child
He had the leather boots
And the riding crop
In Jerusalem

Oh Sammy
My hap flap slappy clam ma'am
We've

Behind the 99 cents store
A little girl called my dog ugly
Yes it hurt my feelings
I guess I'm not as tough as I look
I held my dog
In my buff brown

face. No case. That's a fucking dub, ay
And I need an eater who be really out here sluggin, ay
Need my bitch buff with a bob like she He-man
I stay with

Stay in my own lane I plan my own route 
My time on audimair I'm steering leather hide 
Got threads from the forest lion full of pride 
Got big buff

get better
The dungeons of his dome gots whips, chains, and leather
Cold souls get blacker, blood stains get redder
Shame on whoever
Foils is the ranged

Fill me up a bag, gotta fill me up two
Interior leather, it matching the roof 
Drop it in sport, make it go poof
Life is to short, to live by

Might see me wid my cuzz tho yeah
Big spliff blowing buff smoke yeah
Yeah we fuck but we don't love hoes no
On there knees let em suck yogz slow
Still

boulder
Like a thief in the buff, got my heart feelin' colder
Tricks treated in October, these lines won't keep you sober
Leavin' tracks Snow White, like

of Saks
I can hear the choir
Know my name I'm the theory supplier
I'm Joeyy I just wrote a song
But I'm not a writer
Shoes made from leather but
It's not

gang, gun long
As a hockey stick, pat La Fontaine

Aye yo ringside, Pacquiao
Mayweather
Yeezy boots, Tom Ford grey leather
All navy baby tech spray better