Lyrics:
c hug from your daughter as you tuck her in at night
The sound of your Mommas voice when you call to see if she's alright
c family reunion
icey
I think they like Sig', in them white tees
Them SB jeans, sneaks is me
Burnt green with the camouflage print
Fake Willies wanna know what's
plus red heads, Dominicans
Cool Chuck and X brought me through
We good people
Separate all the evil
I say things that make ya bounce like springs
through the leafs that are sure to leave before spring comes
You believe in free-dumb, youngin that's a dream, um
Asking why might provide light to burn
where I want to be
Yes I do, dive all in it, Yes i do
By the morning i'm a have her passing out from this heat stroke
Free willy type shit
Miami heat
not even fall
Spring has just begun
Taking over summers like a Khaled song
Another one
Imma sweep that Grammy up like Tyler
Look who’s number 1
ain't really gone
I carry home with me
in these songs
It ain't the place, you got to be
Home to me is my favorite memories
Home to me
Listening to Willy
Feeling anxious?
Don't worry
I'm here
To stay
Like an csian
Steph Curry
One layup
cway
But I'm patient
No hurry
Like a spring thaw
In May
Sick
the house
Throw in the towel
(You're drunk)
So Flunk Day is a day on campus in our Spring term
When all classes are cancelled, and it's basically just like
a big old stew
Under a quilt on a gray winter day
I’ll be snoozin’ the afternoon away
I can kick back when it’s spring time, as well
Shuffle `round
like anapuna
Kɔmi kɛ kena go bee but if I get the tuna ayee
Dark skin chocolate no willy wonka
Your love I go chase but I no be banker
Tripping
my bits give the willies
Started off rhyming just for the shits and gigglies
Wrote a verse to Johnny P's Caddy, when it hit me
I might have a knack for
Mic is the brush-Flow is the Paint
Norman
Paranormal
Swarmin' in the honeycomb
Flow unusual musical Ima spit ears til You Willies get used to it
Just
I need a Haze, all day
Fumar Jane ya es ley, rolate ese pay
Hey beib tamos como en spring break
Far from hate, lejos de fakes
Es lo que hay, fumando
Queen Anne's laces, warm embraces
Taking trips to all the market places
Willy nilly in Piccadilly
Your coat on her shoulders 'cause it's chilly
Oh
a thirty minute track, we out here changing the game
Just some old souls who been in a flow state since last Spring
At the table this Thanksgiving, soul food
promo klop daar een klojo
En ik open de battle op die Big Willy bobo's
Je chick plakt m'n poster over jouw pasfoto
Dit ritme is te moeilijk wat jij gozer
raiser dinner it'll be a high school reunion I swear
Another family fallin' on hard times
So there won't be an empty chair
Listen close and you'll
barrelled misty morning
When I get out of bed
Chorus ~
A lion in the Winter
A fool in love in Spring
Though I'm just your whipping boy
Don't mean a goddamn
Of his crimes, we tried to compile a list
Sellin' sexy DVD's of a Willy being kissed
Stealin' pensions on the old and infirm
Made a fortune sellin'
heen
Willy op een galerij is geen probleem
Ik rook er één en spring uit een fucking plane
Genoeg ervaring er word niks getraind
En jij stapt uit bed en
Go
Ah, squali, palme, Maui
King tipo Malmsteen
Sogno Palm Springs
Salmo superstar, Alvin
Qui parlano spagnolo, dicono "cabrón"
Guardo random
(willy cruz)
Love comes, love goes
But a certain feeling never lets me be
Somehow I know
Quite a part of me's unchanged since you've been gone
Like
blunt
West Philly nigga, like Willy I stunt
Fresh every day, man of the month
Turnt it to the year, I been at it since the jump
See me in the city know
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