Lyrics:
on the Meditereen'.
Tell me the news of my son Ted.
Is the poor boy livin' or is he dead?"
Now up comes Ted without any legs
And in their place he has two wooden pegs
Bitch I feel like Jamie I'm gone need the Peso if niggas think they fucking tough pop Em like faygo
I thought you was a Soulja Boy did you bring The Draco
point me to the best ass-eater
Tell 'em "pussy clean!" I tell 'em "pussy squeaky!"
Niggas give me brain 'cause all of them niggas geeky
If he got
What's the name of y'all jeweler tell 'em freeze me up (freeze me up)
Hatin' me kinky licks talkin' so much (okay)
Lemme give these sons of bitches
Words and music by Willie Dixon
The gypsy woman told my mama
On the day I was born
Oh, you got a boy child comin'
Oh Lord, he's gonna be a sun
I'm only human, of flesh and blood I'm made.
Ooh human, born to make mistakes.
If five boys in the house say it loud.
If five boys in the house
know everything
You don't even need dreams
Tellin' everybody, "Stay woke, don't sleep"
Ah, gonna break that shit down
You don't wait, tell 'em wait
stop? When will I knock the crap off?
Hailie, tell 'em, baby
My dad's lost it
There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it
I think my
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for
the greatest
Call up Soulja Boy tell 'em that we made it
'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind
Here's to the good old boys, the guitars that made the noise
And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
boutta splurge 50
Tell them bitches if they pussy smell like fishes I ain’t swimming (no)
Bumping Soulja slimmy gotta nigga feeling wicked
And Yea I’m
the cause
its the S-Q boys wit the big fuckin cars
if anybody fuck wit my squadysquad
ima cut ya balls off and hand 'em to ya partnaz
its WEEZY BABY the man
peace, blood
It'll never end for Soulja Slim, rest in peace, thug
Niggas changing by the hour, this is me, thug
They killed this nigga's son, now they
hit with that Draco (bah-bah)
Soulja Boy or that Aubrey Graham (Aubrey Graham)
No one be playin', haan
She howl at the moon, I be barkin' (haan)
I
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take 'em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
call my bitch, she tired of me
She tell me babii, gotta sleep
I made sum demons tired of me
I got lil bread, I'm on my talk
I made em niggas hate on me
I
(Four, three, two)
I need calling you right about now
Tell you stories of a pretty fine gal
Remind you of the things that your boy's into
How
Turning my back-
Nothing to say!
"Hey tell this jerk to take a hike,
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well sugar he don't mean the things
down
Hey boys and listen well and a story I will tell,
Send for the prisoners down below, down below!
Hey boys and wish 'em well and the fate that
anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
I used
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