Lyrics:
touched
BG got the tool tucked
step up watch my click get buck
got my middle finger UP
cuz I'm on my s***t h*e
in the VIP LIT
I see you mean muggin
cuz ya
A platable reality prepared behind doors
Safe for the masses who care for more
Submission's the tool used against us
Consumed by the dollar the greed it
(Olivia Newton-John)
Oh don't ask why me, why me why not me
Why not me is the thing
Don't ask why me, life's running by me
Live each moment that it
I can be a rock-hard headed fool
Stubborn as a 2 dollar 4-h mule
Hard to handle as your grand dad's tools
But I could be the one
I can be
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
summing up my days
gotta keep the tank full
love by my side
and im so thank full
keep a level head
its a good safe tool
gotta get the bread
you gigolo
Another hustle has been run
But now you oughta know
That this fool can no longer be swayed
By the tools of your trade
You gigolo
I'm just
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I know you see me on your caller I.D
So pick up the P-H-O-N-E
Pick up the phone, boy
Pick up the phone
Ayiyiyi
I said you know it would be
And a lot of it is being taken out
By the way the water it is filtered and everything now
But they said that water is of the upmost importance to the body
Hello sir hello hello sir
Job h kya, job h kya,
Hello sir hello hello sir
Job h kya, job h kya,
Hello yes who's this,kon bol raha h
Kon h jo bina
It was "Sometimes It Snows In April"
He was brought up by the faithful
In the cage of every unclean bird, ungrateful and hateful
The legend
don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the be's and the see's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's
A B C D E F G H, I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don’t want to boast but I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo
Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo
Years have gone
T-H-E-M, I spelled em
To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head
Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead
Red alert, niggaz is about
Every evening one by one
Until the end of Hanukkah
Of Hanukkah
With the jingle bells and the toys
And the TV shows and the noise
It's easy
I've lived upon
The edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
By del rio's song.......oh, del rio
Del rio's
and vomit on the floor.
Fifty yoogly soldiers, man,
holdin' spears by the iron door.
Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes
of every tool of pain.
Well I was born in this valley
On this ranch I was raised
I learned to lope, rope and dally
On the S Lazy H
Well the roots of my people
They run
A mental inner vortex
As possessions through a wolf's eye
Envisioning the eclipse
No longer to be blinded by a sunrise
In this final
when I'm bootin' up (booted up)
I'm stiff in the club, can't loosen up
Let my Glock in, motherfucker, got tool tucked
My niggas shoot shit, my niggas
I've been abused by this cold, cold world
Everybody around you pretending that they your partner (woah)
Let you have a problem they won't even
L O WW A Y
H to the O to the double L O WW A Y
I guess it's like a puzzle
Most say wear a muzzle
I'm puzzled by puzzles
Echo game got muscle
What
really bout that life, or you just acting cool?
Salt and sugar look the same don’t get that shit confused!
You can have the money clothes and the tools
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