Lyrics:
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Oh I kinda like them conga drums
Floating all around
On the bum
That's when I got used to conga drums
Oh that's right
Well, down by
"It ain't my fault
It's six 'o'clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began
and cold water to run anytime
But still you, whine
I want more
A bum could rummage through ya bin
And live like a king
On just one crumb o'ya cake
N'ya say
That's new Jiby on the beat
I'm machine
When they talk about me
I get angry
Cause I gotta kill all my enemies one by one
When I shoot em in the head
Bap-bap-bap-bap-ba-ba-bum-bum-bum, bum, bum
Huh, A-what you mean? (Mean?)
Been up in this thing so long, I'm like a sleeve (that's right)
Hot and cold water to run anytime but still you whine
I want more
A bum could rummage through ya bin
And live like a king on just one crumb of ya
Fur-(by).
Bidones de Hennessy con Red Bull’s.
Tienes que mirarme con un súper zoom
para intentar entenderme,
pero verás que ni un iglú
es tan frío como mi bum
For I know I must wait
Ohhh I must wait
Thou shal not live on bread alone
But by every word of God
I will not live by bread alone
But by every
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like
That’s misleading
Gotta get this bread by any means mane
Rollin, but not tweaking
Laying low, foreva schemin
You ballin? That’s misleading
Gotta get this
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
In the spotlight, you take the stage,
But behind the mask, lies a hidden cage.
Spin and twirl in your web
(oh yeah)
Gotta give 'em what they want
You betta watch me if I'm running' up (skrr)
I keep 'em comin' like bum bum bum (bum bum)
Trecy gotta big ole'
guitar picker 'til he got burned out by the game.
Now he'll bum you for some whiskey
And tell you how it was back in '52 when he played for Hank.
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
znalazł się urzędem
Może ten napis ujrzałby ktoś godny
Może sam premier z samym prezydentem
Zanim by pokrył go czerwony dywan
Czas by swój może ktoś
on bum
I was just smokin' the flavor, you was just smokin' on nun
I'm finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I'm finna
She Thicc like sliced bread
Came here by my dolie ima leave by that
It's about that time they done let us in
Can't make me no example when I lead by
You will draw a pension at your Papa's death
Children, children now get your hat
Tell me Mama what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it
Nwa Mmanu Verified
By Foreign ????
Lickle Lickle Tinz~~
E no go bad if I hold u
E no go bad if I kiss u
Baby
Na you be de girle wey dey burst
good tits, got chest fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Riding in a Porsche Carrera
I need to get my bread up, yeah
Shawty gon fuck my head up
Fucked that hoe
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
with jam and bread
That will bring us back to Do, oh oh oh
Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a drop of golden sun
Mi, a name I call myself
Fa, a long
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
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