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like chips like a bag of Bugles
Fuck a grandma that can't work computers
Like its Planet Drool, I think niggas they sleep on us
My coupe the color

Peter Parker, double life in the Bugle
ESU, I'm star pupil
And I'd never pick a Stacy over MJ
And I'm Moonwalk smooth like MJ
Too high, Too high off

you know you can't get with
What's got your lips wet honey dip
I'm a trip, because I flip up the lyrical pickup
You're boogedy woogedy bugle boy style

Im bout my chips an im talkin bugles
I hate these killas that live on computers
If you ever run into to me
Better keep that same energy
Cause you know

of known that my movement
Was about to bugle like soda
Should of known the minute
I sign the deal it was over
The Smell of soft-top is out
Wake you up from

my Captain lies,
fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells
Rise up  for you he flag is flung  for you the bugle trills

I hear the marching
Of retreating feet
The bugle sounding
For Satan's retreat 
The trumpet blowing
Sounds Satan's defeat
By the hand of God
By

want wut i got
VIP at Saks fifth cuz I shop there a lot
Grew up wearing bugle boy jeans
Now I’m stepping n trues selling
Looking clean
Thinks it’s a game

soul
Like a fucking bugle
Ion need no fucking help
The money
That's my tutor 
A young n***a gotta stay with the ruger
I'm just tryna change my life
I'm

bugle
I might pin yo doll like voodoo
Drive her crazy loco coocoo
We go back like platinum fubu
Doing numbers like soduku
Goodness gracious voices saying

A fish can't make a fist and I said
Growing up so rich and I said
Confused 22
I'll blow your bugle too
A fish a fish a fish
A fish can't make a 
 A fa fa

Hunter sounds the bugle for all heathens' funeral march
As they pass in chains, with heads bowed under Christ's triumphal arch

Subjects

of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten
None that go return again.

Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files

Our flag is burning, but we feel alright
We march all day, we march all night
Our bugle is bleating, and our drum is thumping
Turning grains of sand,

Mary, Mary, marry me.

I hear the sound of bugles blowing,
Far away, far away,
And if they call, then I must go,
Across the sea, so wild and gray. 

So,

more
Jumped in her bag
And went and got a bag
At Dior

Dior everything 
Maison Margiela your wedding ring 
Used to have Bugle Boy everything
Now we stand

the bugle boy blame the runner blame anyone else but me
Your gypsy tongue gives a light too blinding to see
These old shoes are the only souls that I have

don't wanna die at all
I don't wanna die for England
Didn't hear the bugle call 

I hate this war
Can't take any more
It's a real gas
How long does it

was just 11 when, on my bike peddling
True story, new toy, Bugle Boy everything
Before I recorded raps on my lap top
Super duper double-looper track for

something very rude with a funny foreign name
I think it was called 'Ferrétillio'
Which is Spanish for "blowing the bugle"

I went 'round to my girlfriend's

on the line
The other day I saw a fox
He was running for his life
His eyes were wide but his mind was shut
To the redcoat's bugle calls
But when he got home his

operandi
Yaki Mob vet, Bitch Mob vet
Pretty Boy saint, she wanna beget
Motherfuck a blog, fuck a cassette
Fuck 5K, put the shit in a gazette
Daily Bugle

bugles reveille
For the young men who sailed away
For the young men who had to stay
On the beach where the barded-wire lay

See the memory of Billy

of battles glorious and deeds victorious
the bugles cease now he is at peace now
far from these green hills of tyrol

because these green hills are not