Lyrics:
the anchor points in my path
That've helped me answer toughest choices like
Would you rather, talking Galveston, Texas but
Category 7 with some ammo clickin',
tonight gettin' bodied)
Won't you get me bodied?
You see my body?
I gotta know, I'd like to know if you can get me bodied
I'm kinda tight, I'm feelin'
(I'm the only one tonight gettin' bodied)
Hey, (Ladies on the floor)
(All my ladies on the floor) ladies and gentlemen
(If you ready, get it ready)
it's not too late
(Baby, take Tevin by the hand)
(I'm sure you'll understand) I'm sure you'll understand
(Lady this is fate) Ohhh, ohhh
(Don't,
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
the Bruce Campbell
Get on the mic wax a chump like a candle
Four MC's we're more than you can handle
D-d-d-d do the Bruce Campbell
Get on the floor and do
it's not too late
(Baby, take Tevin by the hand)
(I'm sure you'll understand) I'm sure you'll understand
(Lady this is fate) Ohhh, ohhh
(Don't,
a silouhette
White gloves and a real long cigarette
What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the devil got you guys by
nigga shootin' like Rambo
Knock the soup out his can call him Campbells
Bitch I been everywhere that you can't go
I know niggas that trap out the bando,
Charging through the glen
Like a chalk-white stallion
I can feel the serpent's touch
She heals me of my deepest cuts
The Riverwoman's calling me
She's
You won't find me drinking
Hard liquor, or stinking
With cigarette holes in my clothes.
I don't like to gamble
So I buy Glen Campbell.
It's safer
long cigarette
What do you know all this time
She's got me in her scope she spoke, says
"The devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories
Hello Sidney, scary night, isn't it? Do you like scary movies
Whoah, no Ramble, need a scream queen by my side, Neve Campbell
She don't got time for
But you still wanna be me
The Miyashita got me feelin
Like Glen Campbell
Shine bright like a five head
I'm robbin the rappers that
I dismantle
That's
front of the bathroom mirror
Adjusting to today's face
It's our birthday!
She clatters uninvited into Glen's room
Glen, clinging foetus-like
Got Jameson by the handle
My niggas movin' work out the bando
Should I cop the Maseratti or the lambo
And I swear this life like Campbell's
Mmm- mmm
sexually
Knew a bunch of Radio Raheems, rest in peace
Four finger rings, big as brass knuckles
Haters walk by, try to stab you if they hug you
Lady
I'm sure by now you can read me like a letter
Wear my feelings on my sleeve so you see the letter
Makes me wanna say it on my twitter
Let
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
by me
so stand by gwaan big it up
Right ya now a you me want fi luv up
So comin inna me life because I love you so much
I like ten fireside woman you
I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till
featuring Queen Pen, The Product, and Naomi Campbell
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your
I'm Campbell's
Cut that bitch off
Put her head on my mantle
Oh look
What a pretty accessory
Hope you know by now that you bitches can't fuck with
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