Search results for 'lemming song by 3 penny needle' Page #14

Yuh, ay, ay, look, yo
This the type of song that uh... you dedicate to somebody special
Just not too special you know - haha -yup... check this

you on that list
Huh yeah
Ewing doing this shit
You ain't doing this shit
Weekly teachings on marketing all 'cause he fluent in it
Squeezing for pennies

Fate of the victim is already sealed
By the time the traitors finally revealed
He fall in the trap and u know he gone squeal
Self interest come first

Love, is something I can't find
Stuck inside my mind

Sittin' and I'm writing this song for you
But the fact is that you never ever told the truth

Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy,

This song is for the ladies, or as i like to call you... Women.
[verse 1]
I first saw you baby
In a Pair of pale blue slacks
(slacks)
Feigning

Ridin' on the city of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks

To the sky
Imma ride
Get the ghost
Imma fly so invisible
Pen and roll
Take a toll
Make a mental note
Make the paper hit divisible
Started with the penny rolls

killers
Bullets shootin’, bustin’ all through your dentures
We gotta play, keepin’ them K’s
Song hot, but it’s dropped by Tae
Making this money, no time

how I know how to okay
I have an album that I'm putting together 
That's full of songs about a bunch of things I want to do better
And I believe in

Damn, if it ain't one thing
It's another
I'm either being held back
By my sick mind
Or my skin color
They call us spics, they don't see us as equal

IT MAY CONCERN, 
THE WRITERS, COMPOSERS, LYRICISTS, ARRANGERS OF THE FOLLOWING SONG GONE' ARE 
NICOLA HOLDSWORTH WHO IS ALSO KNOWN BY THE STAGE NAME

up nowhere, if I can't bring that blick on me
I been the one, pour up a deuce, and I'ma hit that hoe by three

We don't get no fuck bout you, or who

The whole world lies 
and I’m just being curious by myself 
You either take a world
Or steal a heart and nothing else
I always get attacked
When you pull

Took a fake bar, now my vision's like a kaleidoscope
Y'all preaching God, but get molested by the holy pope
They up on my dick like it got

lamar?
Mad city changed you, Kung Fu
Kenny worth a penny, but I
Won't give you this
I wish I had the chance to go back in time
And fuck me up just for

the club you see my chain from far away
Came up out that dolla ain't no Penny Hardaway
Trappin comin quick I got this shit from Uruguay
Rapping to this

And everything else last
Rinse and repeat
Way you did me wrong
I'll never repeat
Got me singing these songs
On every beat
I know they gon' be okay but I want em

I'm not concerned with clout
If you want me on a song
it's a pretty penny now
I risked my life a thousand times
For love for what it had me stuck

episcopal
This is no, love song, a kiss under the mistletoe//
You know how this shit go, get the dough, then you get the hoes
My old bitches scold me, said

and meet the Q3 release date
And in the meantime, generate some new demand
Y'all ain't buying songs?
Well good, I'ma sell the plan

Countin' pennies
I should

I got a three in the whip and a six in the crib
A nigga get hit with a nine
I got some money to spend with no label to bend
It's time for a nigga

your songs
Mad about a bitch
I can vouch that you ain't got no gun, boy you don't stand on shit
Booked for murder, you had sat up in that cell and you

not the raps
Bitch you clowning
Make a song with no collab because my verses sound astounding
I'm lounging
Brother's got the sauce like an Italian