Lyrics:
close to letting go
Something wouldn't let me even though I hardly knew you
It was plain to see we were meant lock lips you
Knocked with the brass
the Sheriff of Nottingham, plotting to scam, while
Hiding the fact, that people's blood is clotting fam
You want to put that jab in me? Good luck with that
rhyme style is doo-doo
Ass, faeces, you don't want to see me
With a flashlight 'cause I serve dat ass (right, right, right)
Word to the motherfuckin
If you're a symbol of the rebirth
Why I feel like the devil
Mr. 15 flying in the dark by the moon
Oh 1 Plus 1 I'm by the sun
cnd I'm about
'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo
Ass, feces, you don't want to see me
With a flashlight 'cause I serve dat ass (right, right, right)
Word
"Daddy - who's that funny man over there
With all those musical instruments?"
"Why! That's Ivor Biggun the famous one man band"
"What's a one man
Now yo, cut, won't you do me a favor
And tell these party people where you from
Now, since we on the tip about neighborhoods
Why don't you tell 'em
up a band
(baaaand)
You did shit no hands
You did that shit no hands
(uh huh uh huh)
Run around with that blicky right here with bam
Run around with
Smoking on is dumb that why
Blazing by myself so the dro don't have to pass that
Checc the navi final destination where the bags at (Cash)
If you looking
terrorist got the terror when this people scared
That's why my intelligence tell me to keep a band aid
Tell em fuck you I'll tell you fuck you back with my
said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why don't you move to the Delta?
I obliged later
Perion
Bitch fuck with me, I bet I make it work
I oopsy-daisys on a skirt
Fuck with me get a room for daisies on the dirt
I prefer Brown liquor, Brown
"Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band
Sweet Love, I want your p**** can I be your man?
Stripped to the bare essentials let me f*** you if I can
Usher Usher
Yeah man, true story
Real G's with me on this one
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wifey home, wedding band I'm a lucky man (man)
You'd think
puzzlin' (I go hard)
I do this for the dogs and nowadays we husky
God is my witness, you lil' bitches, you can't judge me
With my best friend (oh God)
princess was a sight lovely to see
And that, good people
Is why he got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
You can get a glimpse of the one that they call Mo.
Mr. Low-pro, fans peepin' like there he go.
Two lane now, put yo' bite on me.
Y'all done waited
And you could feel our music down to the bone
Bronco on bass and Brooks on keys
Bonnie and Benny blowing brass with ease
Beau on the kit and we were ready
Pinky pinky R.I.P pinky
20k on my neck VVS is sticky
Why she craving me R.I.P dat pussy
Pinky posted with my beta you ain't dat nigga
Pinky's lit
y'all I rock a lot of pretty feathers
Ta-ta-tatted real bad, with a cartel swag
Pants hangin' off my ass and I know you see me watchin'
I'm not
I'm grown ass man
And my grown ass gold like a bold brass band
When we movin' slow she take my by the hand
And put a hand on my grown ass ass
And I'm
she started acting shy, she watch me and start to cry
How you jammin'so, like you feeling hot or what
Mister why you crying so, you come out to jump
fuck all of y'all
Talk about he ballin', watch this (watch this bitch)
Bitches start to love me too quick
Went to Oakland with a few crips
Tell
First I Look at the Purse
by the J. Geils Band
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some
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