Lyrics:
cunningham
Shoot in the back and we stunning man hey
Running man
Get on the street and we gunning man
23 Gs on my cunningham
Shoot in the back and we stunning
my school
We made fun of hams
Told the plug, "Let me see
It" then I came running, man
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham
Yeah, bitch, ayy
how the wock got me leaning
Won't put my trust in a hoe and I mean it
Touch down on the track like Cunningham
But I never played in a season
Like lil
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Sorry man, ich bin First Pick - so wie Cunningham
Ich will 'nen Ghost oder Cullinan
Red nicht mit Opps, nicht mit
Have you heard the story of our prophet Arnold Cunningham?
Arnold Cunningham
Arnold Cunningham
Hello!
Arnold Cunningham
Hello!
Hello!
Our church
Mrs. Cunningham
So hot to me
And I'd like to just send these words
Out to Mrs. Cunningham
It's just that I
I love the way you make
Your biscuits
You were
Cunningham, you'd know I'd run
Across the roof of a moving train
Just look at the camera
And keep your mind blank
Once you were magnificent Star in battledress
to reveal meaning.
I'm stuck with Adaline, Cunningham and Turner,
Spitting moths as they crack up,
With a simple yes or no we'd have been O.k.
Attitude
the day
I'll sit down in the circle
And Miss Cunningham will say...
"Who's brought something special?
Who would like to share?"
I'd rather eat raw
Bounce dat ass, bounce bounce dat ass girl
(And suck my dick)
Bounce dat ass, bounce bounce dat ass girl
(And suck my dick)
Bounce dat ass Ms. Cunningham
sell
Are the stories that they all go tell
I'm not gonna stand in line
Not just because you said so
Who do you think i am Mr Cunningham?
I've a mind
times thru cunningham's gap
And every trip is different in its way
Sometimes we might pick up a hiker
Or share the road with some biker
All going
Lowry
Throwing packs hoping that they Land
Incredible aim Randall Cunningham
Spin through ya block with my Veteran
She let me fuck cuz the man I am
I
like Ms. Cunning (Cunningham)
That's on Steve I'ma put this in yo' stomach
But I just wanna talk about this money (Yeah)
Member' we had nothing kick yo'
inn
On Cunningham, yeah
That's where it all began
Ok
Yes you got my love
(Yes you got my love)
But you do not have to pretend
(No no no)
Like I no
They got a problem with me being me and its hard to admit it, its strange
I'm finna shoot and I score on these niggas I ball like I'm Cunningham Cade
gon' hit man
Make em do the running man, quarterback like Cunningham, man I am a gunning man
Geeked up, lil bitch tryna fuck again, we aint done
So tired
Cunningham
That's not how we do it
You're making things up again
Just stick to the approved dialogue
Elders, show him
Hello
Hello
My name is
the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em
Elder Cunningham, you have to stop him!
What? What is it?
Gotswana is going to cut off his daughter's clitoris!
Huh?
This is all very interesting
ninety-six
That I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
I scramble like Randall with his
Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam
ninety-six
That I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz
I scramble like Randall with his
Cunningham but the only thing running is numbers fam
yeah the Forbes list
If this all for nickle recount it, it's bullshit
But when it right we do the money dance
Fly nigga my nigga Randall Cunningham
I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit,
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