Lyrics:
And Drew is my queer
Little does he know
We boutta fuck
All my boys botta give it up
Duck, duck, goose- goose
Fuck ya butt
Dirty Dan
I'm the man
Do the dance
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
Holy Spirit, that's just how I'm blessed
Ayy, twenty bags for my showerhead, a niggas gotta shower fresh
You little boys are out your depth
You know I
It'll be doubled by the morning
Pasadena, California
Bout to put the city on
'til the fucking city on
What a shame
You boys nothing, but bosses
to have a little poise
You should be worryin' about ya wife
'Cause she look like a
12-year-old little boy
Before y'all started smokin' crack
Ya life was
her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere
And use the drugs they brung us here
We get high to get by, hot dogs no rib eyes
Where
the way to the zipper
I really love you hot girl but I got to flip her
Chorus :
(What you need boy?)
I need a hot girl
(What you want boy?)
I
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
2k on some new Jays
Blu-Ray on the new chain 14k by the way goddamn
We gon' eat regardless
Twenty20 starting five can't nobody guard us
You niggas
howl by the light of the moon, oh oh[01:37.20]It's gonna be here soon, we'll be gone[01:41.50]And boy not a minute too soon[01:47.53]We'll be running in
your last
now you gonna feel those
now for your little boy
he tried to make some noise
came at the lord but got clapped by the void
both of you was
I'm hot and I like to drink shots
And I'm gone off the Julio at the 20th & what not
You can say what you say
Imma paper boy
Little waves up top
With
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
And he loves him
couldn't get bailed out
I killed my wife. I'm back to where I started from. I was born in jail
Now I can't do nothin' but rest my little pale
So I'm gonna
child born on an LA street called Shame
The sleep came and left this little Waycross country boy
Mabel Joy was gone Lord I'd never see her again
saw too much sufferin
I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother
And I cried tears of joy, I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more,
Not long ago, twenty nineteen
There was a little Ukrainian boy
With hope and joy he faced the future
And with his hope and joy he'll lie in peace
!!!)
Something is wrong here, something is terribly wrong (RUN, BOY!!!)
Something is terribly wrong
Stand by...
Something is terribly wrong
(RUUUUNNN!!!!) Just
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
He grew up on a little farm just a couple of miles out of town
As a boy he worked in his daddy's field
And when his daddy could spare him
He hired
girls wanted to be like her,
Little boys wanted to be with her,
And even mothers somehow altered their physique
Just to be a little close to what
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
Wranglin' Ron
by Slaid Cleaves/Jeff Plankenhorn
Wranglin' Ron, Wranglin' Ron
Works on his ranch all day long
A couple of illegals to help him
Valero, I whip Camaros
I know people who got sticks
They call 'em they little drummer boy
And when it gets cold
They at your door sinigin' Christmas carols
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