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David Hope - Find Your Way Home

Grass grows in the middle of the road
Old Ditches of stone
Round the bend at John ambys house
You know your nearly

but I be taxing
If you come here you might be crashing (All Night)
Now baby I tell you things you gone believe me
I build a house inside my teepee

Yeah yeah
You know Proto made the beat, motherfucker
Yeah
Bad motherfucker from the South
Walk around the city like the owner of the house
Too many

many mo
Nigga you know
Aint no luck of the draw
Toe tag john doe
Nigga i ain't never had a problem
With cutting nobody off
I prefer to keep ma circle

mamma houses
In the snap of clap
Sounding this good
For the people
Tryna do exact
Follow my logic like rat pack in a timeline perhaps
Ill make million for

like dope
Matter fact chains on me
Bout to blew up yo house
Shit
Duh what about that gun?
I don't need to raised my tone
Getting wrecked get enough my

a fuck maybe more than one
Spitting nothings but gold bars
Not an easy kill call us john McClain - we die hard
Start evaluating not salivating  your touch

samjhave kyun na yaad meri aave
Beauty fell on the right hand you don't need to prove it
Your heart is my home, but the house is confusing
Sitting

today
Ice on my neck it can fill up a tray
Took a little chance i was good by may
I just want a house an a wood  by a lake
Tried to bring me down i know

Velour sweat suits Diddy 99 Sean John
Baby you the main dish but I love the banchan
Something on side
When it’s time for the bong bong
Don Deluise we

slurp my dilly penis milk
Cause I am John Dillermand
If you wanna fight, I will finger your granddad
Feels real bad, fingering your penis, makin' you sad,

The Act of Uniformity in
Fifteen Fifty-nine
Forced everyone to go to church
Or else to pay a fine
John Rough became a Martyr for
The London

house monthly mailer
Never got dough from that though
So I tried to go and flow in the tempo of allegro
Tried to sneak into a show but they wouldn't let

Yo!
Beers in the house
Cans on the couch
Bags in my pouch
And I'm handing them out (Let's go)
Never no doubt
I'm moving it now
We got the wickedest

Knuck if you buck
Give the Okay like Lil John
'N get your head bust nigga
Grooving to my own tunes
Ain't nobody better
Fuck whoever snoozing
I'm applying

no love
I don't show no passion
Always gonna be house of reps
Bitch nigga stop asking
Won't forget where I came from
streets ugly like razden
All you

He was a small town boy by the name of John
Yeah he moved here from Saskatchewan
And he knows exactly what he's looking for
A girl to carry through

buy a house but only you could make it home
What's the point of having money if I'm spending it alone
And we could f*** in every room don't give a f***

ducks
Just tall grass and a pickup truck
'Cause southern boys, we kick up dust
And shoot the moon 'til the sun's up yeah

Six gun shit like I'm John Wayne

up in Belfast city you could hear the hue and cry
With the houses, mills and factories the town was running dry
So they came in search of water

your tone
Well now you know I got to get the chrome
We spent the mortgage at the steak
House wyling with the creeps
Way before this rap shit, driving in

Magical. I think it's control. The thing. I'm leaving the house at 34 for three weeks.
Let's start since joke so just just to show.
You know Kilo getting

Bonita
Show up to the lord's house with a throwaway
All ten toes out I lay a nigga down
I be ass naked with a trigga on my finger
Crack head crazy I be

know my house
We gon' celebrate all my product placements
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