Lyrics:
Yea this a Banger
Yea this a Cheeser
Talking down on his name pass me my chaser
Bitch you a clown so let me get my paper
Stack up the money, bitch
They tryna cross the line
They tryna cross the line
Down wind, your new found friend
Drew the guilt across the grill
Just like a clowns grin, i'm all in
around your neck
I reckon get born to the life
Where the mornin shines on
Got to keep your feet up on the ground
When the beat drops down
Ain't no time
Pre>(struck by lightning)
She wants so many things (g. parker)
Capo 2
Intro: em / d/ a/ d (3 times)
G d a d
She wants so many things you can't
cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic
In every world
Chorus:
Shawty we hittin licks
Let it be
Money trees
Bitches swallow me
I'mma go suck that feet
Díselo Enry
Niggas been followin'
Niggas keep
to drank 'til my back start slumpin'
Like old men, live by them old rules
Fought all the steps front of them old fools
Got me nowhere, nigga, it's
to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Boom bap Boom bap against my head
I fell back on the bed, down to his feet
The pain was insane but the hit was sweet
Cause these dumb-ass cops punched
a clown
Gotta get my feet back on the ground
Before it pulls me in
How come it ended up like this?
And who's gonna catch me
When I'm coming down
peeled off and ran over my feet
[Chorus]
O shit, who that? rollin' down the block
Another closet smoker lookin' for some rock
The Jag pulled up
Bitches get sprung when I walk by
I dunno if its my ass, or maybe 'cause I talk fly
But no lie, as soon as I speak to em
They all want me to screw
My feet flop Clown Walkin' might make a beat drop
Spend twenty-five years I'm chewing on gum
Wait, I got none I'm chewing on my tongue
Walk, oh my leg
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em
I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds
I'm on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed
and spank shit
[Chorus]
[U-God]
Yo, I'm down for the get down, hit the town, sick the bloodhounds on 'em
I rip clowns, I flip pounds, I spit rounds
I'm
[Violent J]
They all stand straight and swing to the side
No heads, but they feet still glide
Take a step back, twist and dive
I even seen Kurt Cobain get
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
Ye'ain't worthy of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty,
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did
your witnissin insanity on your feet
I am the king that rule u all geeks
I am the factor that rule all ya dreams
Sneaking up to jail and break the bars
of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did ya' forget where yo'
that, never mind that, never mind that
How's my heart so f*cking sweet
When my love is six feet deep
Tortured by these memories
Haunted by old you
wasting up all my time then
I was out because the feels were gone
My feelings bounced just like this beat I'm on
Mama told me don't you ever put ya feet up
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