Search results for 'yo ho ho by terry allen' Page #143

yo
Work your hi ho let it go
Let it go hold back no more
Don't turn away the frozen door
Leave your island set to sea
How far you'll go is meant to be

so I'm flipping the chapter
I'm dripping red, not a Blood or a Kappa
Got yo' ho on my side like an elf, so I'm Santa
She sniffing that Hannah Montana

and shit
Buy it by the pound like I'm plugged and shit
Not checking no tags
Fuck what the price is
I don't got time for nobody I'm grindin
Came a long way

that ho
She my other bitch
Nigga close that doe
And don't call me by my government
You fucking snitch

Kaioken Times 2
Arkk Angelz can sign you
Bitch I

Yo! Raxstar!
Ho. Zack Knight on the
Let's go!

I need to whisper in your ear can you lean forward?
If I call you by your name does it mean more?
I

Going gung ho gotta more have than one hoe like Santa
She gon' swallow this shit like Fanta
The way she throw back I'm a fan of
Boy talk tough better man

Big blocks and mo lean
Go ahead & tell me what U need

Oz & Lb's
I supply my whole city

Fn on me
Nah a nigga better not ho me

Mo opps & frenemies

string lights from the main
Pirates Yo-Ho Merry Christmas
School let's out early for flurries
Children all cheer Merry Christmas
The shoppers rush by in

Ye aa aaaa, na na na na na na
One time
No puedo creer que tu no creas
Mami que te extraño
All by alright
Se me partió el corazón
El dia que te vi

the switch 
(Lil bitch!)

Don't save her! My brother's telling me don't save her
No Role Modelz told me don't save her
She a ho model, type to drink the whole

activated
Yo, she see me with this drip and she got fascinated
No niggas see me and they trip cause they get agitated
My pop a pill and roll a blunt, they

of my neck and the arks of my palms
cll my tattoos are connected by my arms, and
These two arms are connected by this torso
Who could ask for more, ho? I

Other worldly muthafuka keep yo mental in a cell
I am the chaos where wickedness dwells mothafucka

This ain't jubilee the javelin is julienne
This ain't

without it, for real

I'm ready to get money forever, but look
Most days I'm out my toes, for the promise
All these hoes really for the streets
How your ho

on lock, you tried and tried and tried
Then I applied my groove

Swing at the window on the drive-by, chill
Just me and my ride, that bitch, you ain't even

wrong)
And hear of the man who speedruns the game pong
Folk say "Yo ho!
Thar he blow!"
It's low joeis name is low joe
He sails in the bay
Before the day

that ho lame
She tried to swerve in my whole lane
But the bitch got curved, still don't show shame
Think I reached Nirvana off these drugs like I'm

don't need yo money baby I'm looking for some head
I make a band every day and that's from laying in my bed
No bitch don't ask me I ain't growing back my

scared
He stand up and go through it
Yeah, I did this shit alone

Ain't nobody tried to help
Had to jump up in that water
Learn to swim just by myself

Posted in the dark with them shooters by my side
A-Always keep a K me and my bitch bonnie and clyde ya
Sending shit to heaven think my shooter was

be focused on you. You only care 'bout the things that you do"
I told that ho' if she ain't talking money man, "shut the fuck up lemme do what I do"

making everybody crunk

Yo born and raised in the east and now Im in the south
Asiatic cat with the grill in his mouth
Im stuck in the game representing

Dropping bricks for the impact
Know the bottom, you get a blow
Yo, lit that cup in the mess though
30 years menstrual
Cycles, I'll show you how I keep it

still une slut, un vieux dépé, vaut mieux te [p–de] et que tu dises bye bye
I'm on yo ass like michael myers, haitian machete boutta get to biting
I'm out