Lyrics:
(Hahaha)
We let the music talk (Drought 3)
And by the way (what?)
It's Santana (it's Weezy), I'm back (yeah)
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror
you guys we have to get ready for our next
show bye have a nice night watch opera at 5:00 Febuary
3 for another song or show by us
Have you ever been awaken by the crowing of a rooster
While the night is still heavy on the ground
And the voice of Uncle Ben seems to break
Better look me up on Spotify
Shorty rockin all my merch
Looking like she sponsored by
Had to let her ink my whole body
Cause she certified
Tedder turn me
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
a nice compliment, that or I won't be listening
Now will you add all these songs to your playlist
It's been a long three years so thanks for listening
temperature by 3 degrees
Everyday in everyway
She my makes my
And I reciprocate
My life I dedicate to lovin' her
So we got a good thing goin'
A real
never get attached to 'em
Give 'em nice things, but what's that to 'em?
Especially when another girl I flew in is flickin' up in my bathroom
And they
sometimes
But you know the moon and the stars
Get lonely when they shine
And every second is my time
TOP’s LONELY BUT THE VIEWS NICE!
3rd Verse
In
D-Nice and McBoo, they're down with us
Ms. Melodie, she's down with us
Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us
My manager Moe, he's down with us
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D-Nice
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D-Nice
Nigga, get yo' hand outta' my pocket
Nigga, get yo' hand outta' my pocket
(Buuuurp) fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all
It ain't nothin' nice it ain't
Inorganic beings y’all bouta be frightened
So this is my last album in the 3rd dimension
Cause I’ll be taken away by the ascension
Hey maybe I’ll still make
(Artists in Breach of Contract)
For three years it
Served as Murdoc's home, until one day
He was offered a deal by Entertainment
Internal Affairs like
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
was talkin' so nice I felt bad
Being untrue, no telling what it might do to her
I love you, forced to say I love you back too to her
Any thought
(Two, three, go)
I'm sunny side and over easy
Hundred miles from Alameda
Stopping by and taking in the view
Just pickin' up a souvenir
Swap
I go by the name of Young Trill
Thank you for trauma dumping with me
Carry my luggage for me, my back hurts
I'm too luxurious for this shit
Praying
position # 1 for 3 weeks in 1975
-Words and Music by Curtis Mayfield, Calvin Carter, and Jerry Butler
-charted in 1960 at # 7 as "He Will Break Your
Christmas time is here, by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill the cup and don't say when
Kill
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
patient,been anxious,now I here for bring back me the greatness (yes) da rap
Ali,jab I weave then come back with da same jab times three,I blow smoke
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