Lyrics:
of the dead,
One night a rapping came,
Upon her window pane,
In ghostly white her William beckoned her upon his steed,
With hellish speed they rode by open
It's your boy Bobby Williams (Bobby Williams) . Mazabuka boy!! (Kantu) Kantu what it do (what it do baby) bootman on the beat
Babyteti uchinje in
Mrs. Jones maiden name Susan Roberts
Danny Jones her husband loving nice
Their second boy named for her father Casey
Middle name William, and no
privilege, something he can't ignore
An emotional prisoner of war
Bittersweet ending that was incomplete
You left behind your boyfriend on William Street
"Yeah..he's making too much money"
Stop complaining (I know, Ladies.it's just)
Stop complaining (I'm trying, I'm really trying)
Stop complaining (Yeah I know,
in Liverpool by the sea
But that ain't who I am,
Lord have mercy
On the frozen man.
It took a lot of money
To start my heart,
To peg my
only want me for my money
my drugs
Got pain in my drink
Sipping out of my cup
Only want me when I'm giving them sum
Horrible william they say I'm the one
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha
Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
There's the money, real as hell
William Tell
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money
I met an actor, river speed boat
He made crabby
Money flow like rain into my pocket
(drip drop)
I give thanks before I even got it
(thank you God)
That's I how sustain all that I pop with
(Pop
thanks, ooh
I'm in my bag, clean mix
Stretch out the pack, clean mix
Stretch out the rocks, clean kicks
Fresh out the box, beat sticks
New money
and fell
On desert ground. It rained today,
The children are all very well.
By boat and plane and camel train
I journeyed to your side.
One of your guards
[Pharrell Williams] Yo, wave your hands in the air
if ya came to party (party)
Get down, baby, we get down. Neptunes, Most Wanted baby, we get down
the curtain by myself, take a look, ayy
I'm a bar spitta, I'm a hard hitta
Yeah I'm light skinned, but I'm still a dark nigga
I'm a wig splitta, I'm a tall
a stop watch, bitch stop it
Just pop, lock, and drop it
Better have my money next Friday
Fore I Katt Williams Money Mike it
She a bad bitch and I like it
did shake
And on my grave the words will say
"I believed you, William Blake"
We scraped by in the shadows
Sown with pity and with scorn
The great
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with Steve McQueen
Get some music by BB King
pullin' gimmicks 'causе they
Scared to rap, ayy
Funny how they shook, ayy
Got these niggas shook
Pullin' back the curtain by
Myself, take a look, ayy
I'm
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
Esta vida no deja respirar
De acá para allá
Esta descontrolada
Pero recorrí tanto
Mira los tantos
Sayonara
Busco Libertad
William Wallace
Ya se donde
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