Lyrics:
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a-when it comes to my
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
that every bitch I used
To fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is real, this west side INGFCF
Bands on them bitches
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
said he heard the angels singing, "Cabin on the Hill"
Through the springtime he was groaning
"The good times are past and gone"
By the summer she was
of anticlimactic
When you try to come up with fresh ideas after playing Bill Evans"
He said, "Yeah you're right, I don't know what I was thinking"
I said, "Hey
Angel Dust Baby squirmin’ on my knee, pupils like 5c pieces
Trailer trash honey come on home with me, I’m gonna rip your meat to pieces
When your
I aim for the kill
Aim for the skies
Came for the thrill
Came here to rise
Came to be ill
Came here to ride
Came for the bill
Aim for the prize
I aim
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
green hands reaching all in my bag
Fake friends only held on by the bands
I got the angels by my side
So I know that I'm gonna be alright
But if I don't
Here upon this prairie hill
Shepherds all are we
Watching o'er our flocks by night
Angels come and see
Steady how the oxen pull
Home is close at hand
currency we got more diamonds
Look at them diamonds shinin', they shinin'
Make your bitch blind man we is so stupid
Migo Bands came with a whole lot of gold
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
I got rank by the dozen
Who the fuck said I ain't
Crazy man
Come on
Hey, what's up
Hey, come on
Crazy
Who the fuck said I ain't get no money
Man, I
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some n****s on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
Drop couple bands for these Cartier lens
Running the company Vincent McMahon
We toting berettas and toting them choppas
That bitch get to bussing send
Kill bill, You taking two L's like you lucy
I'm a devil not an angel like I'm mother fucking Charlie
I can put you in your place no trace red factory
sinner
Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet
New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week
Taz' angels just wanna chill, jewelers
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some niggas on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
Money ain't a problem when you dealing with the king
G.O.D give you exactly what you need
Love ain't a problem when you dealing with the king
G.O
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