Lyrics:
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
For you, baby, I'd find you
I done been around the world,
yourself
To look when you wanted to jump
To get to run, to hide this one
I'd do anything to get out of my head
Cause what i found out
Is exactly what i
as gold
And you give your good warm mattress up to Aunt Lizzie and Uncle Fred
How too many kinfolks on a bad night and you went to the foot of the bed
Well
it's too nasty, spit it back at me
Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket
According to the doctor, I could of died in traffic
Bounce right back
let me clear my throat
The goal was to go and get Scott Storch doe
And stay away from Scott Storch clothes
Have I done yet not quite
I'm back in your
Irrelevant
(I almost shot Scott)
cll of my bars come like bricks
Like a wall of beige
Like king Tut's grave
Remember when we was slaves
Fuck that
represent that stupid, that's for sure
You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature"
I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye
All this cheese gonna make me cry
got the bud take a hit
Every word I say just adds another risk
To any of my relationships
Like yo Fred man
Why'd you say that
Truth can hurt let's take
Shoes Travis Scott
Jeans Bapesta
Lean in my Cup
She says I'm a Rockstar
Shoes Travis Scott
Jeans Bapesta
Lean in my Cup
Clean I am never
She says I'm
tripping,
Prep for war with DMX's Slipping.
Thought we were done when we lost Big-Pun,
Then Covid imposed on Fred the God Son.
Gave us hits that still fill
and Malibu mix
Yeah, just met her dad, gave her mom a kiss
When she turned her back, I holla'd at sis, yeah
Watch out lil' bro, I fly G4
My slimes say I'm
event
I represent that's stupid that's for sure
You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature"
I'd like a lettuce, tomato and Munster on rye
All this
Sol, solet,
vine'm a veure
que tinc fred.
No tinc capa ni barret,
sols un barretet d'arestes
que me'l guardo
per les festes
i un barretet d'aram
pel
Rogersville Alabama
With a half-ounce of weed and a case of Sterling Big Mouth
My buddy Gene was driving, he just barely turned sixteen
And I'd like to say,
Hey, hey
Love, love
Yeah, yeah
Ah, ha
Freddie's dead
That's what I said
Let the rap a plan
Said he'd see him home
But his hope was a rope
day
What if cartoons got saved?
They'd start singing praise
In a whole new way
(Yeah, yeah, here's what I mean)
Fred and Wilma Flintstone
Sing
be a lame I'm cooler than that
I feel I love the fame then I hate it back
Thinking, now what I should be Twitterin'?
Why'd big bro take all the hot
No work release, purple M3's and jet skis
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I'd let Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse fiends
For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all
Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
Did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag
[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad Boy's
Ralph Siegel/Fred Jay
You took a walk, left me high and dry
You disappeared, never said goodbye
We had a love that was meant to last
How could our
and I'm straight actin' a clown
I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin' a clown
I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta
A candy car strutta that be
people, we are the future
[Chorus: x2]
Harriet Tubman, Shirley Caesar
Miss Jane Pittman, Juanita Bynum
Maya Angelou, Bishop T.D. Jakes
Madam C.J.
als solstici d’hivern,
amic de les bruixes que ens cuiden a totes,
vius a les muntanyes d’Escornalbou.
A l’hivern quan fa fred i la terra descansa
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