Lyrics:
to find
A better life than what her mama's had been
But it was so they'd go of mama's hands, my mama's hands;
CHORUS
One old paper bag filled with
cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping
have the time
Go easy, run old Caroline
(Let's run Caroline)
The south of France is nice
At least that's what I heard
Go easy, pack our bags
(Let's
like a frozen grape
My mind's about as clear as black duct tape
I got a bag of old bugles and a VCR
Watch an old movie and play guitar
Two cups of OJ
I tried to stay to humble doing better than my old hoes
Get my bag up I ain't tryna rock no old clothes
Yeah we gamble different, I be gambling this
Weh weh weh weh
Hah hah hah hah
Weh weh weh weh
Hah hah hah hah
Kere bona, Ke twrree juice
Yellow bone, Le di booze
That girl, She Old news
Big bag
a couple long jars, not an old school bag
Whole car, hot boxed
Lookin' out for the cops
Windows up with the AC to the top
Better take it easy
Might just
a couple long jars, not an old school bag
Whole car, hot box looking out for the cops
Windows up with the AC to the top
Better take it easy
Might just cough
away
The sun is gonna shine
And the whole world's gonna be mine
I'm gonna tell old heartaches, pack his bags and go
I've decided that I don't want him
your soul cast about like an old paper bag
Past empty lots and early graves
Of those like you who lost their way
Murdered on the interstate
While
And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags
But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time
She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags
the hero in you
For a dime
You're a death 'n' glory boy
You'd better pack up your troubles
In your old kit bag
Say goodbye to your mother
She's
it now I’m stunting on my old swag
Cotton candy in my bag
Dem pink and blue stacks
(Hook)
You get to the bag
Poppin bottles and tags
You paid off ya
bling, see I'm giving you old me, bag man bag lady we don't wanna be, from my heart to my soul to my brown skin, Arie, yo I'm giving you the best
am
(yeah, yeah)
Walk up in Louis, "How much is this, ma'am?"
She like "Goddamn, how old is you?" (Phew)
"You came with a bag, how old is you?" (Beep)
And an old woman filling out a million baggage tags
But when she gets thrown out, three bags at a time
She spies the old chap in the road to share her bags
the vibe
Like a teacher me lash am
Like a benz I go mach am
Making bag until am old
I left home and still feed home
Before iron now men nya Gold
Grind inside
There is only now and that hardly matters
No one cares about sad old ladies
with bags full of tatters
One day it gets a bit too cold
Maybe a little
eyeballs do you wish?
Kids: 1!
Old lady: Well, you asked for it!
All count as the sweet old lady drops the eyeball into a kid's bag.
Old lady: 1!
Kids:
central,
Pleased to be breathing bagels and pollution.
In Times Square new graffiti, old revolutions,
A bag lady is cursing the waiter for giving her
it all with no designer
Old sneakers and a Nike bag
Old bitch really did me bad
All the love that I thought I had
She the reason why I’m really sad
But
kind
But someone has to take the fault and I feel it's my turn this time
I've got my old leather bag sitting by the door
So let's fade away nice
I left my home as a voodoo child
had to carry my load through the daunting wild
just a little boy with an old black bag
I walked that road I crossed
On me
Yea I got dat bag on me
Yaaa
I got dat bag
On me
Ya
Old bitch on mah dick tryna lick
I own give a fuck
Give it up, get da bucks
Run a bag up
I juh
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