Lyrics:
if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
There ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there
Before the parade passes by
I'm gonna get in step while there's still time left
Before the parade passes by
Mrs. Levi, come along!
Cornelius
the bomb
For those who think life is unfair
'Cause I blow my smoke in the air
As if no one is standin' there
Then I'll roll one tonight, for your
a million streams with emotion
And you can fill my nights
Oh, and blow out all my lights
Till I see nothing right by emotion
My emotion
I'm running
the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want
I
shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
B.I.G.: Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
my mamma a bowl a
Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia
Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D
Now selling gold LP's, that's
not lie still
I seemed to be surround by a mystery
So heavy and oppressive I could scarcely breath
For days and weeks I wandered aimlessly in this
"I-I-I, want, to"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"Get re-Get re-Get retarded"
"G-G-G-G-G-G-Get retarded"
"I, want,
hitting from the stars, he's hitting for the moon
She said, one last kiss while you look across the land
Move it into overdrive and take me by my hand
sound
You and me i only want this
Blow the candles out take a wish
Time for some fun and blow me a kiss
I only want this
I'm a fag-g-g-g-g-g
I'm a faggo-
changed? Modified by an unscrupulous modifier of folks songs,
Whose business it is to make this type of song palatable for the teenage, deliquent,
They passed me by, all of those great romances
You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances
My picture clear, everything seemed so easy
We have a
Another song to play for you
Which is not written by Bjorn or me
But by, uh, Bjorn's old friend
Agnetha the little blonde girl you know
Man in the street, no time to sleep
No time for nothing no Patek Phillippe
Pedal to the metal Blow by Blow
You're runnin' with the devil it's touch
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
calling for action
Girl, I'll blow your mind
When you with your man
We're supreme, sublime
You know I polarize
Anytime, anytime
You walked by you got my eye
You bring on the blue blue sky
Make my day blow my blues away
I'm gonna let the four winds blow
Ain't
Bitch I’mma dog out kennel
Uh
Catch a nigga lurking out da rental
Uh
Late late night Jay Leno
Imma bracem for dem 35 gs in a limo
Uh
Imma blow a check
Uh
Well I hear that lonesome whistle- blow blow blow
And I know that she blows for me
My baby's headed down the track
I know that she ain't coming back
By the last breath of the fourth winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knocks at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
runs the show
When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot
Smoking on all this designer
Blocking out all the facades
Blow so much o.g. I ash on your Pradas
Look at that nigga like what’s the problem
Pussy O.D. front
[Too $hort]
Beeotch!
Talk about these hoes Big..
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I got a bitch that suck my dick til I nut
Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit
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