Lyrics:
thing, they don't know you"
Ah, sure they do, they just not as sincere
It's crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "Why you even give a fuck,
of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
the greatest, you just the latest,
I'm loved by your grand mama, and your baby
[Chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack in the box,
You can't
grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag,
a fuck who he
Shot out in Red Hook
Asked about Bone yeah, Bizzy was my man
'Tilhe beat me for ten grand and
Sold my Mac for seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
His
nonny
Hey nonny nonny oh hey nonny nonnie
Say man are you down for doing something positive in the community?
No I don't think I'll ever do that
the docks
So roll on, Columbia, roll on
And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
The mightiest thing ever built by a man
To run the great factories
talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
call the man with the power in his hand
Well, you can just call the fixer, he still cares
For a couple of bucks, he will straighten your luck
For
holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon, cheifin', rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings, mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
With nice players,
of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
ze levelen ermee
Oh no no
Fashion is de blame
Splash op iets yugh’s in this motherfucking bitch
Hater stik op een cock in this motherfucing bitch
Dit
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
fashion always be draped up
And just know this ya man about paper
And when I talk listen hey fuck them haters
Oh you like Shenell I can take you to meet
in Paris fashions
Prolong the twilight of their passions
In mad pursuit of romance
Every gay mademoiselle
Is disarming some Maharajah
With
bitches, no gnats (no gnats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (drank)
Twelve think the coupe was hijacked (hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (into
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
chances
Not faking my culture
The rythym it dances
I love your wisdom
I love your mind
White boys are babys (not my kind)
This lust in fashion
That's
just not what I expect to see on primetime TV
I'm in a different class
When I get through I'm ma bring my dargs
Two by two man a walk on the ark
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For
(Check it out, my body) listen, here
Every man wants to be a macho, macho man
To have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go,
Listen to the bugle call
Just the best band in the land
Oh honey lamb
Come on along
Come on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man
Up
brain expand!)
Monogram for the gram—
all your pride in a brand.
Profit all for the man.
Can't buy taste for a grand.
(ha, ha, ha, ha)
cll these alt hoes
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