Lyrics:
third eye yeah they love to tip the scales
cnd it's illegal to live off the grid you gotta pay your bills
Did you know?
Did you know?
Did you know that
nailed, bet it's on your Mary
And you know what you did for who how much you really care
And what you really felt, he gon' deny the opportunity to unify
these songs
& would always sing along
Always wondered how they did it
You know the one who write the songs
Did they know before it dropped
They would
of the week (let's go)
The trap line stay on repeat (let's go)
You know I got raised in the streets (yeah)
You know this ain't playing for keeps (yeah)
You
it, girl, they can't stop that
Throw these bands
Cause I'ma get em right back
And if it takes all night
I know we gon' get up
Cause no matter where you
me my brother don’t you dwell. Just tell them bastards they can go to hell.
Tom soon heard the rumors as everybody did. A bank was robbed in Uma by
the ghetto
When I was seventeen with the .38 special
Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real
Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel
in through the porch screen
Door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
Know what you mean, I feel all icky!"
the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what
Bill could
strings on her bra
Know a n**** clean like a fiend seminar
Hot steam, Billie Jean, bada bing by the car
1 wide body, gotta team full of broads
H-Town
paint with snakes and bullies, said "If only you'd memorize your prayers like you did your cool G." See by the time I's old enough to know what religion
love with shitty men
Stupid as fuck
You addicted
Who broke your heart?
Well a dick did
Putting those walls
I see that your weak
Shit had you shook
Had
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
Chain links on my skin I'm a slave to the game
Just got a new bin punching numbers to my grave
Know I still sin but just hope I get saved
Mary round
and just send the bill to my baby
Why did you leave America
Why did you let me down
And now that things seem better off
Why do you come around
You know I
I know you hear me
It is getting scary
Word to bloody Mary
I've been on a ferry smoking weed
I've been seeing fairies
I've been going all across
out with Bill and Mary
All the tea been spilt
Praying lettim have His will
Day to day jumbled and varied
We lookeded so damn cute
I followed all your
to say bills
Get it how you live
My nigga buying weight so I had to Give a deal
Nigga did I mentioned
I roll with the henchmen
I'm sitting in the kitchen
yo' nigga snoop dogg
Now answer me this did you fuck that bitch or what
Bill Clinton
That's actually not the first time that question's been asked
show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
Smoking by the eighths I done ran bitch I need more dank
How much did you drink bitch idk I know I'm still sipping
Moving like a tank army with me you know
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