Lyrics:
broke ima creep
With this music or up in the street
Go Jeffrey dammer on the beat
Say you the plug so I wanna see
No its not Friday 13
Im not bout to play
burn
Burn piggy burn
Great again for who?
Not me
Its wall street
And Jeffrey Epstein
Down below
Down below
Down below
Down below
Well you know you've got the nitty gritty
And jimmy's got his drums along
Then Jeffrey and me and bobby will be
Singing all our favorite songs
In Polperro where the winding streets
Meet the wild unyielding Cornish sea
There was a lad born of that coast
Whose name was Robert Jeffrey
In 1807
Uh uh, ah uh
Yo Jeffrey Buss it
What are ya doin in there?
Word em up word em up word em up
In the place at about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff
(that's right!)
Put it down for the streets (that's right!)
[Chorus]
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass
the Nitty Gritty
And Jimmy's got his drums along
Then Jeffrey and me and Bobby will be
Singing all our favorite songs
Catch the fire from the folks in
for the streets (that's right!)
(WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch
Come
Uh uh, ah uh
Yo Jeffrey Buss it
What are ya doin in there?
Word em up word em up word em up
In the place at about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff
schizophrenia worse?
Jeffrey Epstein, Jeffrey Epstein, who the fuck was Jeffrey Epstein with?
Why was there a login attempt from the phillipines on my Facebook
go platinum"
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash
Jeffrey Hype
Wha' dem a say 'bout Street Vybz Thursday?
"Dem say a Gaza party!" mad ting, man
Empire way wha' happen to you?
See Ryno dem deh just
wrapped and stitched
The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Damer sing the song the strongest
Brute force bullethole straight through your chorus
Shank you with
Free Jeffrey I got young thugs too, free all the apes out the zoo
C2 said that he's comfy, first time in but it's nothing new
See the life I live is
a street nigga, white jumpsuit, black Glock, dirty white Nikes
Still'll put them things in a rental (finesse 'em)
Crack his head down the middle (I got
to get my drink (That's right)
Shake ya ass till it stink (That's right)
Mr mos' on the beat (That's right)
Put it down for the streets (That's right)
that's right|Shake your ass till it stink, that's right|Mr. Mo's on the beat, that's right|Put it down for the streets, that's right||Pass that dutch, pass
the chopsticks, should have brought the chopper
Uber driver in the cockpit look like Jeffrey Dahmer
But he lookin' at me crazy when we pull up to the projects
The Promised Land music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
additional music and lyrics
of Seville
Roast beef sandwiches from a pub in Notting Hill
You find a way there’s always been a will
Francis Bacon Irish pilgrim
Combs the streets of Soho
the chopsticks, should have brought the chopper
Uber driver in the cockpit look like Jeffrey Dahmer
But he lookin' at me crazy when we pull up to the projects
like evil through mankind
90's was crazy, mothers suffocate
babies, Jeffrey Dahmer, the
uni-bomber Devil's children stomp
through the streets
end up on the same street
But the destination where going
Is not where we will meet
I won’t
Sell you a dream
What for?
I don’t know the roads you take
I
the streets and Atlanta has been my best man
My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
Cause I'm a self-made nappy-headed rich nigga
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