Lyrics:
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
the headphones up, Ali here we go
I woke up this morning with my dick on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all y'all
Or fuck this world, or I'mma fuck that
broke
He compiled a triple decker collection
Of songs from his records
Released as the Smithsonian Anthology
Of American folk
"On Monday morning just
(skrrrrrrrrrr) hundred round drum, more fire
I keep it on my jit, he got no priors
God bless the niggas doing
Twenty over crack sales
Human Made hoodie, jacket
like I’m relieving the grieve
Calling my mom every morning whatever she wanting im getting it by any means
Gorilla a solider the ape and warrior i
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look (ayy)
AP on my wrist, my jacket by CELINE
Water chokin', wanna stash, swear to God, I couldn't breathe
jacket
Veins filled with mold body cold sobbing... drastic
More lethal than a seagul's swarm
Sunday morning
Outfit on
Trying not to get spit on by their
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
(I will shit on you, I
I don't give a shit
Put 'em on my feet
Grab my jacket, leave
Morning air, breathe
Finally feeling like me
Yea, finally feeling me
I might still miss
of Yelawolf's album, thank you (thank you)
I just wanna feed my daughter
You tryna stop the money to support her
You the one always talkin' 'bout the action
Clothes different
You caint fit in my jeans
Giving thottie bi***es nothing
Buddha pockets
Just to hold up the breesh
Gimme neck aint no discussion
Tailing
can't hack it now
The Billboard need a full metal jacket now
You see my face all day 'til it make you sick
I got a hand full of cards, you can take
staring at my team
You wishing that a nigga
Had looking so clean
Track jacket on my back
Looking mint green
Hanging off my ass
It's some konvict jeans
Your
racks in ya face
Everyone know that I'm paid
Everyone know that I'm paid
Woke up this morning got laid
She eat my dick like it's Lays
Money I'm counting
a place to ash
Stumbling toward the voices down the hall
They had thriller on the stereo, not the album, just the song
For two dancers all in white,
a place to ash
Stumbling toward the voices down the hall
They had Thriller on the stereo, not the album, just the song
For two dancers all in white,
You know what I'm saying it don't, it don't, it' don't
We don't charge by the hour man we charge by the, we charge by the job
And however quick I
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Earthquake watch
Swallowed by tsunamis hurricanes and earthquakes
Album one, survived
music, songbooks or lyrics printed on album jackets.
don't need
Light the match and set the ending
Lock the door and take the key
You got to break out
My favorite white jacket
You've become
Locking me up
Ayee
Ahhh
I got fire on my
I got fire on my
Ahhhh
I got fire on my jacket
Ima spend a cool
Two hundred on the fashion
Ima jump up in the hellcat
I see your face everywhere that I go
Said I don't miss you but it start to show
Deep down I'm hurting
Distracted by working
My neck made of diamonds
Monologue shit at the end of the album but...
In the light of all the shit me and my nigga done been through past in a couple of...
Man like I feel it's
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