Lyrics:
still, trust our guts and will
I can take it, go n shake it around
Throwing money away by droppin' coins on the ground
Even pennies add up, never think
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
New Lyrics
never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for you and I
A lot of people in my past tried to do me, screw
never even try
You need to git up, git out and git something
'Cause you and I got to do for you and I
A lot of people in my past tried to do me,
know who loyal dawg
Dem neva sih dih fall Dem only see the rise
Tell me weh yuh sih wen yuh tek a look in my eye
Tell me wen dih people Dem a guh
know I ain't playing
Imma keep it going till I'm rich
Still going by my own
Got no one controlling me
Got labels on the phone
Cause they know I got
my sword get to swingin', Uh
(The way my sword get to swingin')
I was wanted, one time
My whole team hear war crys (Crys)
The more eyes that rise up
time
These are the days of our lives
When we will fall
Just so we can rise
Just so we can rise
Uh huh, ice cube in my drink, it's a good day
Seen
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
on future bright spawn of Kanan killed Sean
I Deliver n I take out fuck around no papa John's
Domino's fall see the rise of this icon
Nikon flash on lyrics
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
they corrupt Finna cop me by plenty
I show em what's up I rock out with my millies
You fuckers are silly Finna count through my hundreds
And fifties
they set that song up
Bro!
And let me tell you something:
MTV, fuck you! Once again, as always! I’m on
My Trump shit tonight! Let me tell
You what it
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
the engine to keep up the speed
I’m like John Kennedy
Let’s see what Oswald will go down for me
For this fuckin conspiracy
They don’t got me beat
They
"Hotline Bling
" and in my opinion, now
Don't go tryna diss Beyoncé
She is great taylor Swift is great
We are all great people we
Are all equal but sometimes
and signed up
With a drum teacher
That came to my house
And this guy
Chris
He taught me
How to play funk beats
Bossa nova
Reggaeton
Ghost notes
With the snare
and be glad
Jesus sees Mary standing by John and whispers
Mother, he is now your son
And to John, he says
She is your mother now
John places his arm
you're up too)
Now I'm saying fuck it all (Fuck it all)
Ain't nobody by my side, even when I made that call
Shoutout all my niggas that been with me
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
exercise
All the people
So many people
And they all go hand-in-hand
Hand-in-hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?
I get up when I want
I called His name)
That same lame man Peter took him by the hand
Pulled him up his feet and
Ankles bones started gaining strength
He started leaping
all my people roll blunted
Your man froze when I rolled up
I symbolize death like a cobra
Attacks your life here it's over
Black you effed up
Never
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