Lyrics:
Back to ballin, like in 17' hooping on Veronski
Playing Horse and just throwing up shots back when Bron was on the Cavs I was tryna get mine like yours
to fight
Runners, shooters, all by my side
Charging up and getting high
Making a wish
Taking a chance
Mess your shit up
Made me a bands
Take a hitman, he
were my type
I been waitin for the day to fuck you right
And the day’s right now ay
I can't fail
I'm about my dollar bills
Got my bands up
Now she wanna
Okay, okay
Yeah
And we live tonight
Check it, now
I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel
they ain't no count anyway
I been ramblin' around and led astray
By the paths that I been choosin'
Cuttin' paths like a forest fire
Pupils wider than
Shit
Do we have a problem?
Up that shit and pump that stick
That pussy nigga dropping
Fuck
Shit
I don't need no damn protection
45 That's by my side
I
da cock
Full rooster wit it
Wake up to a hard rock
Lifes a hard knock
Bang bang
Jaw drop
Dats a jaw breaker
Break a band n salt shaker
Shakin out da
had hard times
I ain't do it by myself make sure we all shine
Yeen never dropped T's and have a long line
Yeen struggle, when you needed help you used
stay long I promise I'm just barely passing through
To lick my wounds and wet my lips out on Rampart Rue
A funeral band marches by but that one's not
me?
We'll both fly off together, and happy we will be
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands as I'm speaking with you now
And I'll do my best endeavor
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Hambone Hammer where you've been
Down by
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
beautiful
Both Green Berets and Screaming Eagles attended the funeral
I was mad at God like he murdered you
As a father you couldn't have done a better job
grass of home
If you buy us a round
We won?t turn it down
Come on people
Give a hand
To the boys in the band
This song
Is like a crazy train
Or a wild
Look my squad's half mandrill half Mandela
My band bout seventy strong just like fela
Yeah part melly mel part van halen
And we represent illadel
Look my squad's half mandrill half Mandela
My band bout seventy strong just like fela
Yeah part Melly Mel part Van Halen
And we represent illadel
deep, I seen you with your boyfriend
Horse power, I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Marni
I call Lauren, my new-new, yeah-yeah, my boo
lost on the way
Bring all the horses
Bring all the men
Send for the ushers
Call up the band
Strip down the cupboards
I'll show you my very last
loved by you
Now I'm stuck by you
And I'm gone ride til the wheels fall off for the rest of my life
Drop them bands all over you baby
Rub my hands all
to power
Off the boss from the Georgian seat
Mr Drummond
I told you drink and be merry
Tomorrow we die
Fuck up your funeral flowers
Black Day In July
cll
as usual
It's ironic that you could die in a drive-by
And that same car get washed to raise money for your funeral
Cause that's the way they on it, nigga
the plans
Quick to give You a funeral don't Get it misunderstand
Hollow tip will find you I stay red Hot like akainu
SNF the name of the band
Year
the funeral orchestra
slow down your pace is high
your brutalised by one man's hate
slow down kill his love
retribute
retribution
I'm back again witch
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