Lyrics:
Chill
This Trap On My Heart Be My Wife Until I go Die By My Side This Trap Be The Love Of My Life I'm Finna Go Far With The Fight
He Come On My Doorstep
we sit here waiting for soldiers, while they head here Cybertron
(M3 News here with a massive update)
(We are joined here by the mysterious man
Og det gjør Meet the Woo yeah yeah
Ride with them up bounce for min squad
Vors klokken ni bror vi må dra
Who is name jeg dævver på min gjeng
Them man chat bad gyal men alla de virgins
R och b vi äter alla de burnin'
Stora racks dolce och gabbana alla vi splurgin'
Pull up in a four by four
for better (jcheez)
Yea Uh
Whatever they coming with
They got to better it
Tryna Page 6 but these rappers irrelevant
Damn (uh yeah)
Zion man on my
of cotton
Oh Lordy
Pick a bale a day
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
By courting so slow
For courting's a pleasure
of cotton
Oh Lordy, pick a bale a day
On Top of Old Smoky
On top of Old Smokey, all covered with snow
I lost my true lover by courting so slow
For
my hollow friends
Rise rise
Rise with me until the end
Rise rise
You are not the only one
Rise rise
Marching on unto the sun
You put her into the grave
thing.
Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothing in my pan.
And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man.
Let the Midnight
thing.
Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothing in my pan.
And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man.
Let the Midnight
knows dtown where you’ll find man
jump out let’s fry man not on beef don’t waste my time man
And no you can’t call me kevin cah i wasn’t home by eleven
of man
Well they know we ain't happy with this world,
That they force us to swallow
Join the Union today, For a better tomorrow
And when you go
You gonna
out of the middle class. Pay with a triple bypass.
Not a man, but a mouse sitting in your burning house.
It is certain, they'll raise the curtain.
you, you don't know who or what I can do
Cookin' dope and countin' 18 by 6, that's 6-1-8
Brought in this world, cold and alone, make sure you get
the whip where she used to park er
I gotta stop by Zion house he got my fire starter
I'm tuned out, Grandma still surprised I moved
I'm just tryna be a man
that we've been all faced with
We take our chances but they all wasted
And once again you see me (marching, mobbing)
But how long must I continue
little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is-
Buck into-Buck into me with my Rambz
I'm carvin' the number six in
Damn, got me paranoid, every time I leave the house I'm strapped now
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six on my life I can't go out
fam, I couldn't swipe mans card
And time might pass, but I still gotta stay with it
It wasn't his beef, but I see him try claimin' it
That's why he
I bet that I can do the mouth to mouth with your woman
My house is a dungeon
Yellow diamond ring looking like a little Funyun
Stand on my toes
stay cool like Vok Man
Old Man Winter
Voss, wassup kool?
You know I'm with you, kool
Uh
I took a chance and danced in the romance
And glanced
wrist and neck
Shout out my wrist and neck
I'm a man of respect
Man of respect
And I'm a nigga with a check
Nigga with a check
I'm a man of respect
Oral sex with a severed head raped murdered And dismembered by a man named ed
The coed butcher a 6'9" killing Machine
Fulfilling his sexual desires
channeling
Lacing jays with mana, chi
Afghani in banana leaf
To try to find some damn relief
From all these expectations
Got me feeling pressed to make it
Man
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