Lyrics:
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
But now, nobody's takin' your candy
You just keep on livin' this tragedy
La la la la la la la
To each his own
But, I wait for you to take my
what
You would call her
And her father died for Allah
And she took her shahadah
By product lifting her god up
Her sister was Beanie
And my brother was
And you should've seen what the principal was drivin', hilarious
Griselda is the greatest, Michelle is the greatest
Woo, woo (Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
(listen)
I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle
the sweetness of your years
By and by we'll all learn the taste of tears.
Open your eyes my growing son
There is hard work to be done
Follow your father to his
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I'm strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what's funny are the ones that we
John San what you can
La la Janette dance in sand
What's the mystery, my son?
Gypsy Dan Caravan
Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
It's part
John San what you can
La la Janette dance in sand
What's the mystery, my son?
Gypsy Dan Caravan
Won Tun Wan with your Chinese fan
It's part
my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
going on. And I'm as troubled by it as anybody else,
And I don't know any answers.
[TORI]
Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun, Mama.
clear skies
But enough daydreaming
We gotta make it out
Your hand in my hand
That's how we're going out
Love
We're like Obama and Michelle
Me and you
clear skies
But enough daydreaming
We gotta make it out
Your hand in my hand
That's how we're going out
Love
We're like Obama and Michelle
Me and you
Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
La, la, la
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one
La, la, la
Somewhere between the cobblestone
Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA
"Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese"
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny,
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA
"Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese"
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny,
that bitch in my Lotus
She fuck with me in a mobile
Get this money by myself
Counting hundreds by myself
Counting all these commas, spending all
sand in my guitar case
Stories in my mind
Machine guns on the hilltop
Camels in my tent
Buried in a sandstorm
As the music came and went
Well
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
people concerned
'Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw 'til they gave birth
and found me a swag then I caught up
They call for my artists, they makin' me offers
I don't even bargain, I start from the bottom
I lost a Ferrari, Las
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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