Lyrics:
one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
I cast all of my burdens and cares
I ain't moved by the boos and the stares
I'm an over comer
Because you on my side
Hope in my heart
It ain't never
roadie
A place to lay my head in this world
In a space that is pleasantly warm most if not all of the time
Get an all over tan lying naked by my pool,
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
Clipped in and I’m cockin drive-by stalkin
Fuck that car! I’m still walkin
("Buddy boy") don’t fuck with the
"The niggas, the jews, the niggas, the jews"
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
with that tech too
Looking like im Curry by the way I just swepped you
Its over
Lil gurb never sober
Flex on that hoe her face meant for October
they woman (Don't be playin' with me)
Got marks all over her knees, ayy
(Maserati)
Rollin' off you
Rollin' off you, you overdosin' off my kiss
On my Rick James behavior
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already
Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy
in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah)
See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is G-Unit at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we
man has told ya
Time is gliding by and we're only getting older
Then the clock of life strikes time and it's all over
So pick it up don't give it up we
Run by my lonely no phony square’s in my circle
Fuck with the loyal and they can be square as erkel
Purple punch and Sunday driver, mixed with a lil
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
your memories all that's left
I still feel your breath
It's not over yet
The daylight moans
The darkness screams
I'm standing here lost in between
the moonlight
John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
Ay, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents
And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic
to drank 'til my back start slumpin'
Like old men, live by them old rules
Fought all the steps front of them old fools
Got me nowhere, nigga, it's
away
On some country road you'd play
“Mockingbird” over and over again
For me and Ben in your Datsun 210
It's okay to like James Taylor
How sweet it
Courtside, Zion got 30, Bron got 50 (ah)
I better cook a brick in a jiffy (whip)
All we did was slang dope (all we did was slang dope)
Baby TEC, that's
Amarillo Texas, Amarillo Texas
You know I feel like James Dean when I'm making the scene
In Amarillo Texas, Amarillo Texas
You know we got a full moon
Gonna
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
I be going throu shoes like I’m Zion
This a touchdown
I’m jumping over plylons
When we shopping
Ain’t a item
That we try on
That boy fye I’m
Take over homie
The weights over
Take three
Take over homie
The waits over
Take four
To take over
The weights over
Ironed twenty's
Dirty Pyrex
Still in
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