Lyrics:
when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over
Young Weezy Baby!
Aagghhhwooo!
She Got Her Bags By The Door Nob
Ok Be Cool Wait Baby Slow Down
Dont Walk Out Of That Door
Ooooh
I Dun Made Her Past
you wet like some April showers
May I pollinate your flower
In the stuffing baking for hours
Jill Scott the fire to her boiler
Like Drake I'm her
and your snakey movements
So main conclusion I came to shoot him
Starts on a metro beat made by Boomin
Ends on the Metro Drakes face a news clip
No way
There's a marker on a piece of ground
On that marker, a name I've known so well
Beside the marker, there lies a single yellow rose
I place it there
Who's ready to rhyme?
Me!
Cowy was walking
Down by the lake
When she met a snake
Getting ready to bake
A little while later
The snake pulled out
Jy’s nie ‘n rugbyheld of ‘n miljoenêr
Jy’t nie ‘n private jet of ‘n eiland ver
Kry nie rose by dosyne nie maar jy’s myne
Jy’s nie ‘n druiweboer in ‘n
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh, lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand
Help me understand
We met in the springtime
When blossoms
HOME IN SAN ANTONE
(Floyd Jenkins aka Fred Rose)
« © '59 West Par Music »
Haven't got a worry haven't got a care
Haven't got a thing to call my
run in my cup
Rose gold like a band-aid over my cut
Tailored in plush and corrupt, no discussion
Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City
Be joyful, Mary, heav’nly Queen,
Be joyful Mary!
Your Son who died was living seen.
Alleluia!
pray for us Maria!
The Son you bore by heaven’s grace,
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A briar and a rose
There's a tree
to him
As wife and mother now
And drop by drop
Flesh and blood poured out daily
In union with his cross
A mother's martyrdom
A rose unpetalled
Freely for
moving really slow now
Hit it like drake, this my third rewind third take
Ima be fine when i take, three xans to the face
Hope the beamer start a race
but 50s and hundreds
Tip on the floor, here go some more
I got no stress, I done been blessed
I done been blessed
Been signed by one of the best
Bigger
when Floyd was fightin' carbon fibre
'Rari attire when we flew by ya
Bitches used to tell us we ugly
Now they being biased
We the flyest, we beat them
Here come the roses
Many years, many wounds
Beneath a lowering sky
You came by
Here come the roses
For everything you fear
You linger on in
mesmerized
When she gave me blood red roses
They were wrapped in razor thorns
She was sly in her temptation
Then she left me on my own
Such a cold hearted
the mountains
Together, hand in hand
Searching, always searching for the promised land
Mama, dear mama, come and stand by me
I feel a lightness in my feet,
Fifty years after the fair
The picture I have is so clear
Underneath the clouds in the air
Rose the tyrlon and the perisphere
And that for me was
Everybody holds their breath
as he passes by the horns of death
then the crowd gets on its feet
to roar for The Matador
With his Scarlet he
Mary with her roses
But you're their masterpiece
Cut away each blade of grass
Our feet cannot tramp down
The limb of every hanging tree
The time's
Ball on you like D Rose
Crank it down to 0
They think I'm amazing
I be like a superhero
What a situation
Split like Fraction Nation
When am I gonna
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