Search results for 'that boy by the jacka' Page #665

wit des rah rahs
Searching for yourself, I see you nightly when you drive by
This nigga, that nigga, don't matter if they holla
You let 'em in, next

noise (Shut up, bitch)

Push that button
Hop out something
Say how bout this
Say, what you want it
Got my life bumping
Get by abundance
She want

c'mon

Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it

Snake

young thug/artist/lil keed

Long Live Mexico

2019

(Yeah, that boy Pyrex in this motherfucker)

I was just thinkin' 'bout you
Pop a Percocet, get higher than a kite
Fuck your bitch and get her ass

boys fly, might stop to brickel check on my guys
Big booty hoe just hit my line
Passing by, nice ass ride windows down and I'm so damn high
Got that fire

not get
Left from who defeat
You rocking with that coke boys nigga Chinx D
Niggas want my head so I bulletproof the jeep
Styling on your bitch 12 50 for

ask 'em bout konyak...
That dark, brown, sexy thing that put a tingle in your throat,
You need her when you smokin a poke
You can get her by herself

was number one before the season had began

Boy, you make me wanna
Boy you make me wanna-
Boy, you make me wanna
Go 'head, go 'head, go
Boy, you

trying to make it worth it
I've been down at the bottom
Washed my skin with dish detergent
The losses that I took
Turnt a nigga heart cold
Them boy's

that double R with my AR, all by myself (it's Dolph)
Damn Dolph, you smashed his bitch then smoked his homeboy (fuck 'em)
Had to look in the mirror

the physical

That lil boy can't compares with me
That's why my guitar will talks by me

never gone miss
Hit your shoulder or something
Now that boy leaking fruit punch
Like a gusher
Now that boy drippy
Got that boy leaking
Now he got style

I'm not a punk
I'm not a rocker
Or a rude boy
Republican or democrat
White or black
None of that
That's not what I am (2 x's)

I'm not a Jew
I'm not

Don't really think that boy
cut for it
Chop him down like a cutting board
I've been looking through them open doors
Wrong scene nigga, wrong part

Using turns of phrase in the place of plans
A clever boy makes a lazy man

Oh, I'm not worth the flesh and blood 
That wraps my bones that makes me up

a chain gang
Who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew
That's no mystery that Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew
Sorta with her drawers down quarter

my friend.
'Cause I'm the only boy in this neighborhood with a pool looking half this good
So come on over and sit by the pool with me

Pool Party,

needed me and I needed you too

Then that day you caught me of guard and
Introduced me to her, well my
My body shakes, knees break
Oh boy you got some

The Greatest Living Englishman

David Sylvian

Manafon

2009

Englishman

The engine shifts into second gear
They're all aboard, accounted for
It's a journey he must make alone
The black sheep boy is leaving home

Rumble

Method Man

Wu-Tang Collective

2003

holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In

play by play, NFL
Baby don't be shy
I'm sure you'll do it well
So come over and touch me, hold me
Fuck me slowly
Move our bodies closely
Boy what you

had it
Boy, they shouldn't have let me cook
Boy, that shit that I got, you can't get
Out no book
Said where I stand, lil bitch
The business where I

the King he is in need of men
Come read this proclamation, oh
A life in Flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation, oh

That may be so says I to him

space to hide
When all the sick
Is already inside?

How do we stand by as bridges burn?
Learn how to give with nothing in return?
How do we arm every boy