Lyrics:
gettin' closer, Lord knows it won't stop
And old Hank the bartender gave us the bad news today
Yeah, he said this land was our land, but Lord, now it's
a new want from over there
You can drink a mint tea by the Red Sea
As you're living out whose fantasy
Yeah the sun the moon are both
Hitting the hood
wheel to cash drop
Run sixty, you Big Will, match cop
Lookin through the rear view and Mac was wylin
New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering
what for
Cash and Kashmir, gold in Zaier
I got a new want from over there
You can drink a mint tea by the Red Sea
As you're living out whose
Bust the single, here's my new jingle
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
The KKK has got three-piece suits
Usin' niggas like turkey shoots
My
morning)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by the morning (the morning)
Yeah, rich by the morning
Yeah, rich by the morning
New whip, with
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
on it make
A nigga pistol drop (It drop)
They lookin' sad now 'cause
I'm gettin' big guap (Say what)
Big Bertha gon' put 'em on the news
(Big Bertha)
Big
Fully loaded
Big screens, waves of blue light
Imbedded in code
I was drowning in paradise
When we run out of road
Let's find a brand new nowhere
HEY! IT’S YOUR FAVORITE SALESMAN
[[Number 1 since 1997]]
BUT SALES GONE DOWN [[The Drain]] [[The Drain!!]]
NOW MY LIFE IS FULL OF [[Pain]]
WELL I’VE
There's a light on yonder mountain
And it's callin' me to shine
There's a girl over by the water fountain
And she's askin' to be mine
And Jesus
kicked up a storm
Who big her up now, me and Robert and Shaun?
Whole heap of entertainer, come, come step pan me corn
Now she was a top ten lady from
York
New York
New York
New York
You're like New York City
When it looks so pretty like
When the stars shine bright
Above at night
Dinner lit up by candle
sinking deep this time
My friends, this can’t really be the end
Die doing what you love
Bound by heartstrings and blood
We are alive and well
We were born
I want to be a boss
I want to be a big boss
I want to boss the world around
I want to be the biggest boss
That ever bossed the world around
I
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
another suicide
She wants to hit those bricks
'Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline
While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place
The bag
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
and Judy
Maximum big surprise your smile is something new
I pull my shirt off and pray,
We're sacred and bound to suffer the heatwave
Pull my shirt
I was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points
better stop trying to be hip and get on down
Hey man, you know
I was born in New York City
Saved by the night on a Monday
Trying to shoot the news
Us girls have been best friends
Since the last time big hair was in
We know each other very well
Old hurts and brand new flames
Big jobs and baby
That wasn't me at a quarter to three back in our backyard
Tearing up the roses and the home grown tomatoes in my new car
Those bottles in
When a lonely boy meets a lonely girl that's togetherness
Before I met you my whole world was blue that's loneliness
But love conqures all makes big
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