Lyrics:
gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tired
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek Mill
Let's talk about money
Get money
Common Sense want the money
Let's talk about money
I, be, the one they call Peavey
I'm Poe as Edgar Allen
really, it held it up off me
So that's one time it saved my life
The way, the way I came by the name of Lucille,
I was Over in Twist, Arkansas, I
the robot walk
See the robot talk
Still you never learned nothing and nothing isn't over
They say this is all I need to get by
The truth is baby it's
it up off of me
So that's one time it saved my life
The way, the way, I, uh, I came by the name of Lucille
I was over in Twist, Arkansas, I know
to keep it, but they... when the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you
Ee about this much two-by-four attached
at me looking over at you
Real cute 'cause
He said I was bad
Let me show you how bad girls do
'Cause no one does it better
He said I was bad
Let
to idolize, he must look twice his size
I think it's great you're going through a phase
And I'm awfully glad it will all be over in a couple of days
Well
held you close
I could drift away with the warmth of your embrace
You were so sweet
If by chance we should happen to meet
We'll start all over
smile
He was layin' dead and cold on floor.
Well, who's goin' to kiss your ruby lips,
And who's goin' to hold you to his breast?
And who will talk
to idolize, he must look twice his size
I think it's great you're going through a phase
And I'm awfully glad it will all be over in a couple of days
Well
you should ever ask
Or if you'd like, we don't need to talk about it
I don't care
I will wait right here by my windowsill
For the sun to come, if it
Y-y-y-yeah
Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man
Baby
I know you like when I talk nasty to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Send me your location, I'ma come through
I'ma put it down
top shelf, yeah, yeah
We'll set the trend, then we on somethin' else, yeah, yeah
Eat it up, here go the full course chef (yeah, eat it up)
He fuckin'
with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock
of mind
Sometimes the road less traveled
Is a road best left behind (ahh)
Well, I hope I learn to get over myself
Stop trying to be somebody else
Oh,
the price of life
I know how much it's worth, I know what I know and I know it well
Not to ever forget until I realized I didn't know shit
The day I came
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When
I couldn't be it
Hypmontised by her goodlooks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me!
Consider yourself worn so you can stay.
the money, Hell, I don't know
One more baby alright's by me
It's alright, it's alright now baby
We'll just add another limb to the family tree
Oh we'll
buried in his thoughts
He said, "Son, you've been reading Too much Elephant Talk"
Chit chat
He said, "The thing about depression is
Well you just can't
Over Heels
"yeah, 'Head Over Heels' is
Probably the closest we'll
Ever get to a love song, heh
It's a love song that kind of goes
A bit perverse
Get over there in the spliff bunker one
Because London Bridge was sold somehow
But it was too old anyhow
When Uncle Sam has broken down
We'll make
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