Lyrics:
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
inventories faster than normal
"Can i interest you in some nice homegrown Purple Urkel instead?"
From the unlocked rear entrance to the body shop, James could
VILLAGER #1: We have found a witch, might we burn her?
CROWD: Burn her! Burn!
BEDEMIR: How do you know she is a witch?
VILLAGER #2: She looks like one.
nigger
If masta couldn't say it we probably shouldn't either
Niggas be backstabbing more than Iago
Hit a hoe just because she didn't swallow
You
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
James Taylor
He's probably the closest
Thing to a writer's perfect
Exemplification of the
Unconscious all the songs are
Like movies all you
Need to do is
be better than everybody that's better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up
in real
Spin again on the wheel of love
And we'll catch our feelings from above
One
Two oooo
Who can love you better
Than I do
One
Two oooo
Who can
found the weakness in his platoon, it's goon weather
Hoodies only do dark colors, it help us move better
I told James, cous' you know what to do if you
me, skin darker than Wesley
Two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. Bentley
Mind yo' fuckin' business, why you think the whip is tinted?
still you with a bumper jack
Better yet grab a bat, apart from the pack
Then commence to beat on your head to the muthafuckin' fact
I'm ragin' like
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
man that's rough get some better luck
2-2-3, knocking on your door, bitch you better duck
Bitch steady crying on my phone, I don't give a fuck
Ah, damn,
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
growing up, I had
People thinking that they were always better
Than me at everything that
I did, whether it was getting
To school on time, Whether
It was
better to be impetuous
Than cautious, because fortune is a woman
And if you wish to dominate her you must beat
Her and batter her it is clear that she
Will
higher
The fuck rhyme better than me?
P, p, p!
Nigga, I'm nothin to play with
God body, aka the King James version
I used to dispurse raw
Behind my
In the hopes
Of a few minutes more
To get on St. Peter's list
But you need to lower your standards
'Cause it's never
Getting any better than this
We
frankly she be working better than apps
Built for the match but never could I trust them tho
Fifty foot pole still might have to rope-a-dope
Bad bitch
Ice all up on me im glidin and shit
Rollie two tone gold and silver is mixed
Watch out for my glock it aint owned by a jit
Bustas be hating i dont give
a better life
Than what she's got
And that's what keeps her getting by
Friday noon, parent teacher day
It's Johnson elementary or half a shift's pay
the same way
You should know better than fall for Mamey
Relations can be quite sadistic
Let’s hurt each other
Until one of us can’t resist it
That’s why
Version 1 recorded by trevor gordon
Verse 1)
Well, I got a little girl and she shakes all over town
You know nothin' can beat her when she shakes
Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in
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