Lyrics:
sleepin
i'm straight from the streets seen trouble in every side
when the shit hits the fan i throw on a fuckin disguise
fake nose fake wig fake beard
it
a silver sparkled
Glittering gown
And his golden beard flows
Nearly down to the ground
Nothing to say, nothing to hear
Nothing to see
Each sensation
Your love, your love, your love, your love
Your love, your love, your love
I like your beard
jive-talking negros
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
Is he in your backyard or on your
Or you gon' end up stuck 'round here, drinkin' beer
Listen to my music, I can put somethin' in your ear
Pussy nigga play I bop-brrrat-bop-bop their beard
how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
OF WEIRD,
I MET A BIG OLD GUY WITH A BIG OLD BEARD
HE HAD A SACK FULL OF TOYS HE WAS DRESSED IN RED
REINDEER PULLING ON A BIG OLD SLED
I GOT A SPECIAL LETTER
to read the book when the author's here
Everywhere I look feds parkin here
Empty out the clip in yo partner's beard
Why'd he get a shave? Anesthesia
the long white beard
He's coming to town
Raise it to my neck, I tip a hundred for the beard
I think a nigga phone tapped
Wanna give me time for my old raps
Indict me for my own raps
I think
now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
love, your love, your love is my drug
I like your beard
And your misbehaving
You'll be sorry
Then the chicken fancier came to play
With his long red beard
And his sister's weird
She drives a lorry
ten years ahead of the game, I know it ain't fair
Used to go to Santa's Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard
Sat on Santa's lap and showed him some
a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest
(Ross) stranded on death row
Makaveli's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
gon' click
I pick up the pace
You feel the stubble from my beard on your face
I look at your lips and take a taste
Switch it up I got my hands
the room in this adobe hut
Where on the table lies the body of a man
His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids
I tip a hundred for the beard
I think a nigga phone tapped
They wanna give me time for my old raps
Indict me for my own raps
I think a nigga phone
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I
from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to my son
He really can try, as they do, to find function
Tell what he was saying, and his voice was
Red suit, no beard (no)
Throwin' money to the chandelier
Yeah, I make it rain, dear
Blitzen, Prancer, girl, keep dancin'
Dasher, Vixen, feelin'
those things (King, things)
Her Gucci bag tote, that's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state, gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy, high
Seven years beyond 2000 years we're just cruising
This is music that's been traveling light-years to brace your beards
We're just cruising
I'm just
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