Lyrics:
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
going
Outta fold a present gane over
I’m gon do it and this niggas can jump off a rope
Roy Jones with the left hand I do it like I ain’t got no plans for
and Russell
So I'm here to clap my things
And figure out this puzzle
'Cause what'll make this nigga think he
Could come to my momma house
If he wasn't family
that bullshit
This country rap tunes down here nigga
Young Pimp, Young Bun, Underground Kingz
All the O.G.'s that's recognizin' the real
I got love
the business is about
Us Winning by ridiculous amounts
cnd theres nothin else to figure out
If we pull up We're cleaning out the house
(Hook)2X
of the medical, gettin' head while I smoke
She my undercover girl, no Jessica Jones
Catch a vibe and just write the song like "the fuck is he on?"
I'm runnin'
"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
About to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of
One
Ladies and Gentleman
We got MC Shan and Marley Marl in the house tonight
They just came from off tour and they want to tell you a little story
Only thing I care about is who gon' get you home
My cigar full of this weed, so I can switch the tone
We stumbled to my house drunk, is anybody home?
I woke up with a fear this morning
But I can taste you on the tip of my tongue
Alarm without no warning
You're by my side and we've got smoke in
smoking crack is cool but doing mean tweets is illegal
And they persecute alex jones but you think justice is equal
And this country is ran by demons it's
wait
This song ain't done
Don't judge on me cause you seeing all illusions
Just what you see don't be making no conclusions
Cause he's alone yeah he sad
you, darlin'?
How does that mess your mind?
How does that grab you darlin'?
This girl is leavin' you behind.
You smart alec tom cat you!
When
tɔfe
Bra na bɛ fe m'ano wape
So baby come show that thing Kongo asɔ
Do me make I scream like Oofeetsɔ
You know that song ring my cell
Make I sing this
the stars tumble down
In our house, In our town
We’ll build our house on dreams and love
And fill it with memories
Of song and laughter, Gentleness
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
all yo songs
And you ain't even got no kills (Bitch]
So when this drop don't text my phone
Ion give a fuck about how you feel (Fuck em)
Thought we was
Try shit this Glock hit like the sun
My cup purp
Just like Wonka I mix Nerds with the Runtz
Chicken at my trap house
We got birds in for lunch
I don't
out
That you can love again
That you can love again
Palm in your hand fingers wrapped up in mine
How the songs by a band play the faster you drive
I
Come on
send this song to twenty-three people
Add your name, don't break the cycle
Pass this along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave
Humpty Hump in the house, gonna show you how it's done
with professional rhymes, I gotta question for your mind
Have you ever heard anything this funky
[Big Moe]
Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth
I knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house
[Z-Ro]
Better not run up on Big Moe,
In dreams
It seems
I always see
Avenue P
As it ought to be
In a four-star movie
Directed by me
And starring, of course,
Yours truly,
Rosie
house
Got a new song about it though, sang it for me behind the club
It said, “Crazy woman blues, I got the crazy woman blues
I got the crazy woman
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