Search results for 'good man is hard to find by louis prima' Page #140

bubble
Working with my brains cause everything
Nobi muscle
Nigga try to be a man even when
They give you trouble
Life is a mystery we keep on learning

the boys man that shit will rail ya
Goin on a trip take a ship I'll sail ya
Rostakovich lettuce and kale ya
Ooo baby pluck so hard
Don't be getting hurt by

It's kinda hard to admit
And I put that on my pride
Talking kinda crazy
Went and turned that girl
Into my lady
And when we fuck
She do it crazy
Almost

the truck, nigga, off that hard liquor
That corn liquor, takin' my pressure off quicker
Tommy Hilfiger, plus that tummy gun nigga
It's the bomb man them

on time, living so wild and free  
As the years go by, I see what I have done 
The life that I have lived, the man that I've become 

I'm looking back

find somethin' to talk about
I been on a paper route,
Countin' blues inhaling clouds, lovin' life
Enjoyin' all this stuff that I work hard for
People

at, has never been decent
Find it hard to stay happy unless she's overseas
And If I had to guess her region, bet she Caribbean
I know she Caribbean,

boys at

Seek and you should find this is one of a kind
Shorty you so fine got me so hypnotized
Yea you my type yeah you my appetite
Body so tight

Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Bad girl with them good intentions
Borderline between hell and heaven
Girl I'm drunk as fuck
Henny in my cup
Shawty blowing up my phone

need me but the game ain't deep
So I ain't try hard and you can't compete look
One day you say that I can't be him
All good find me in the blacked-out

Punchline so hard to break the ribs of an elephant
The man at it again
Invading another planet again it's independence day
I'm getting better with my word

the Wraith
So clean so it's fuck a slate
Hard to miss, all I do is make
Million dollar BBY, Hilary Swank

late

[Verse 1]
Found myself and then I had to find a way on nigga
Told myself once you got it gotta stay on nigga
Fuck being broke ain't going back
I

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
The young man we have coming to the stage next
Is a very poetic soul
Coming straight out of Laurelton Queens New

from your mind
Life can be cruel till you turn it in hell
The monster has a good face when he hypnotizes, you dance
But he got mask, is too late; you're

the rhymes
Life is good till my death
No worries no sweat
You ain't seen nothing yet
Not until last breath

And my city showing love
Used to never be enough

make a dime
Maybe I don't even like this rhyme
You know honest work and
Honest words are so hard to find
And maybe I can't fall in your line
But baby I

to feel the sense in the air
Decomposition of man riddled by Ritalin
Pump in them kids
Cannot force them kids to be kids again
Do that and you see youth get

ahead of MC's
Get fueled up by light beer and good trees
Helps with brewing up my thoughts
So when I'm moving shit across the border
Feel like Randy Moss

on with your man
I'm tired of being mistreated by you
I done made up my mind
So from now on
Get your money where you spend your time

Do it myself they won't go hard as me
Die on my feet before i live on my knees
Begging for handouts i'll take the man route
One thing for sure baby i

that basement man I wasn't thinking about rapping
Getting haircuts niggas smoking ducks watching big bro and them trapping
Had to learn this shit by

son as the man
No more working so hard, just put some trust in my plans
Know your burden heavy just like the sands
Hope the hands of time will show you

your mine and I told you that I'm yours
A girl like you should really be in demand
You got a body of a goddess 10 outa 10, i swear
Its hard for me