Lyrics:
tryna to stop what I'm building
Then I'm going to prison
I swear on everything, dawg I'll let it ring
Rock your fucking bells like LL
Fucking rip my
The revolution gone be televised ($age)
They tried to cancel before I even reached my prime
Ring the bell (Bitch)
Yea its dinner time
(Ha,ha)
Good Eatz in
let it ride
Leave on the evenin' tide
Just let it ride
Hear the steeple bell ring out above my lobster pots
I might be out here fishin' man but that
ring true
Maybe keep all those fairytales,
I'd trade them all for you
There's Mrs. Jones, she still chaperones
I swear she hasn't aged
From these
Get a nigga knocked, ain't ring no door bell thirteen bullets, better catch like O'Dell
I got the pounds for the low, wholesale
Need a new scale, cause
bigot's porch
Ring the bell and dip with quickness
Then switch out Trump's spray tan with agent orange
Which is one of his aliases
The other is his whiny
landed on the ground
Walked out the house, seen the yellow brick road
Up walks a little pimp with a cane and some gold
Nugget rings, gold teeth and a cup
fucked up by them pounds
If it ain't about that money, tell me why you on my line
I was really on the grind, selling nicks and dimes
I'm the real
the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (man down)
Hit him on the walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit em, knock-knock, tell 'em let me in
My name ring
as white as snow,
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Old Johnny Murphy says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let
On a lark
On a whim
I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them
And his fist
Cut the smoke
I had an eighth
who've wished me ill
I've come up here so far away
But, O! The Bells! I can hear them
Ring... ring... ring, ring, ring...
O! it's highs and it's lows
Are
the fame and that a shame
But I wont dwell on it, ring a bell on it
Cause you know my names on the bell too dag on it
Liar, liar, liar
Set your pants
And then I thought to myself, what if this was a movie
Fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes, fuck your socks with the bell on it
myself bloom
I'm trying to get them all in tune
Who you?
I ain't heard about you
Name don't ring bells
I don't know about you
Just wish me well
Couldn't
of nervous to hear the wedding service
Now we'll hear the wedding bells, soon we'll hear the baby yells
Wait just a minute, my dear
I have the ring, never
I was strolling out one evening by the silvery moon
I could hear somebody singing a familiar tune
So I stopped a while to listen
Not a word I
of the Ring able to knock out Frodo
Ring the bell like Quasimodo, watch me box like Cotto
From Coney Island to Fort Desoto
I kill shows across the globe, then
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight
We're happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland
Gone
as they Live
Unfortunately only in metaphor
Line them up, exactly in line as their front doors, all earth tones
Go on, little girl, ring the bell
Sand
nightly like Spike Lee
Let me break it down
I been having a maid since the 8th grade with a fade
Rapping by the swings
And the bell never really rings
out here runnin' from the man, duckin' all them vans
Takin' care of all the homies stuck up in the can
Sittin' in somebody kitchen cuttin' up these
dreams
The mic is how I speak to kings
My wisdom is gonna be here forever
Fight until I leave the ring
Using rhymes to show I'm clever
People always change
by
Loft are you throwing up in the sink?
Ah shit Looby's now yelling
Maddy
Maddy
Joe why are you walking around like Paranormal Activity?
What the fuck
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