Lyrics:
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
Princess Stocking
2018 Susan LaVelle, Matt Dorland
Hanging a little shorter than the rest,
An embroidered stocking, the pearly best, Sparkles with
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
don't bag it
I'm 'bout to blow up fast, now fry it
Baddie a foreign hair long dragon
I spit the fire nigga, like a dragon
Lovin' the kid and she
in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
the fire and the base
I'm admired by the greats
This to each and every rap nigga
I look you liars in the face
Cold case, Rolls Wraith
Big dipper,
I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread
And when white moths were
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
The girl I love waits for me now
She'll be standing by the well
She may have to wait until it's dry
Because I am off to hell
Speed the Plough
The full moon's glowing
Blood red in the sky
It hangs like fire
On this winter's night
I sit on feelings
That hang in suspense
Nothing in my
White Devil
Verse 1:
She whispers in the night, a promise in her breath
A sweet temptation, leading you to dance with death
Her touch is icy fire
the door, it's what we livin' for
Rockin' side by side
Keep your love alive and kickin'
We got everything we own in the trunk and on the roof
And she's
stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of john the baptist on a plate
In the morning, shaken and disturbed
From under soft white fur
and Montague
Fire and ice
wicked white lies
..
Baby I guess dying by your side is the best way to die
Baby I guess dying by your side is the best way to die
(M-M-M-Murda)
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend
You
owh, owh!)
They know we run the streets, me and them boys best stop it (Let's go!)
Fresh white tee in my all-white caddy
Yeah, she a girl but she
to lose its not by the rules
Get hit with that chopper knock right out your shoes
Shawty so proper she look like a goddess
When I dip inside her the shit
the corner
In her own Fiesta, in a bit
That's bait, I know that it's bait
But playing with fire feels great
When I get loads white from the lowest price
And me
and all points in between. Louisville by Nashville Pounding out a rhythm making up lost time, {Chorus} Heading for that bluegrass state of mine. White smoke
and fire gorging on the sacred feast
Bounty of the goddess offered by the avatar
White blood spills with the singing of the scimitar
Holy nectar flowing
violent as fire
She hasn't left you yet but she will
By airplane ticket or kill-me pills
Sewn into her dress, she can't refuse
(careful what you love,
piped like clacks
By the ol' scarecrow
'N pots 'n pans burn the fireman's hands till the
Kettle leaped fire round the belly 'o'
The bayou boy bums
a fact
Finish college, co-mack-ulations on that (congratulations)
My daughter, she datin' a dread bro
He activated, might get our whip split in half by
her fire, her burning fire, her dark caress, her red hot kiss
I want desire, her roaring fire, from milk white breast to raven tress
I want her nights,
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