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Y'all look thirsty my cutlass look like orange juice
Four forty two fuck ridin' I'ma burn through da mob don't concern you
We cleaner than your germ
The king called on his sons one day
Orders them, they must obey If they confront their fears
By the water near will they understand the visions
What do you think is going on here the old man said from his chair? Did you think this is anything New now look here son. this is just like it was
Make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh,
Don't you know ev'ry one wants to laugh?
My dad said, "Be an actor my son,
But be a comical one!"
They'll be
know the hound dog makin' music
On a summer night by the light of the moon
Oh, fetch my cane pole mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch
huh
She make love 2 da pole
Hugnh, huh, yea, huh, huh
Heartless coming up in New Orleans
She keep her bills paid N her son got all the Jordans
Bossy,
huh
She make love 2 da pole
Hugnh, huh, yea, huh, huh
Heartless coming up in New Orleans
She keep her bills paid N her son got all the Jordans
Bossy,
Momma don't cry I
dance with the devil but Ill always be your son
like
Na na na na naaaah
Hey hey heyyyyyy
woo hoo hoo Ho hooo
nah nah nahhh
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam
Thou silver moon with
Hard Livin'
Written by Tim Lynch
Saw the lawman sitting in the drive, couldn't see me for the tint
Guess it's alright to run and hide if they never
full of hundred dollars bill and a matchbook
So warmed ourselves by Franklin in the park
He said now son don't you worry this ain't nothing
I got plenty
travel?
Down the path by which one dabbles
In the arts of antediluvian crafts
With yarn and glue
So gather twilight to your breast
And couch
rich quick scheme on my mind now
I thought by now I would have the lifestyle
Big mansion, big ice, big creps, big life, big jets, big ride
Big black
Woke up one Sunday morning
Told my daddy I’m leaving home
Going off to the city tomorrow
Even though I don’t know where to go
Daddy said son don’t be
by any means
smoking big blunts of some GUSHERS plotting out my dreamswhich means I'm on the interstate whippin up a diner plate
I don't pump crack but
energy to you and all your loved ones
Those hardest to love need the most love, son
Praise be
Thankful for the way my momma, aunty and cousins raised me
by one gunpoint stay in line bitch you all know i’m no fun
capitalize my name
taking advantage you gon capitalize my fame son,
idiosyncratic
""Son, I'm proud the way you've grown
Make it on your own. Oh, I'll be O.K. alone.""
strap skymask
live fast fast life stay light blow cash
make cash sell buy real fake cash cash
on the dash on my wall by my bed
in my stash make
is a rag and a cold dark room
A pitcher of water and some restraints too
Just tie your dude down, baby come and waterboard with me
We'll they'll cry
You try to find the truth
By staring at your phone, oh
Babylon
A simple swipe to the right
And you will be gone, straight to
Babylon
Don´t pour
""Son, I'm proud the way you've grown
Make it on your own. Oh, I'll be O.K. alone.""
won't go
See me? You won't
A N T I Social
It's sunny outside, yeah it's bright I can't lie
But by my design I decide to stay inside
Its not about pride,
n***a said the same, but he a ho
I seen your worst days, uh
You seen all of my bad ones
And I know that you stuck with me
That's how I know this s***
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