Lyrics:
thoughts but the money
Get it sweeter than honey
You know how T-Roy be done-y
Mobbing deep cause you nervous
It just be me during murders
Kept it low from
BOY
SEND THE ENVOY IN A CONVOY
TOLSTOY
IM THE REAL MCCOY
U ROMAN ROY
I POP A BENZO ON THE BALCONY
BIRD ON MY ARM LIKE FALCONRY
THE GYOZAS IS ALCHEMY
Check your method, holler at your boy
Before you get yourself crucified like Christ Hosoi
Think of how much you're loved by Andy Roy, you
Won't Enjoi
on the block wit Shananay women
In a minivan Remy in hand bumping some jams
On some southern shit everyone repeat you understand
Joe’s from the block Roy was his
and she married a man and they had a boy
Working late nights, can't stand all the fights, see you later Roy
She packed her things and she took her young son
my hand
Waiting on the reaper, to make my final stand
Mama said, Roy, get after, boy, you're playing in the devil's band
Lord, don't let me die in
obvious do)
The DJ never has it
J-A-M-C, Automatic
(Do I-I-I-I-I?)
If those were Roy's headphones
You bet he'd play "What Goes On"
(Do I-I-I-I-I?)
obvious do)
The DJ never has it
J-A-M-C, Automatic
(Do I-I-I-I-I?)
If those were Roy's headphones
You bet he'd play "What Goes On"
(Do I-I-I-I-I?)
souleu Yeah
Mafi meun is truth Yeah
Déf lou lérr dou flou
Yagua Diékh diamb you know
Roy si mane takhoul niou ménguo
Si sa p*ssy Nigga lay fay mégo
Je les
friend guess who
Be chilling with them boys
Don't play with silly toys
I drive that white rols Roy's
You made my life so movie
Beautiful and groovy
Yah man you no say a Roy Black,
he no a represent, fe di big woman dam,
yah man child Molests ta low di little Pitney
Me no know , me no know ho ,
Squad
Yo Roy you got my Glock
Yeah I got em
Paw
Grrr
Yeah
Yeah (This shit ain't fun)
My Glock is up, My Glock is up
Niggas don't fuck around, My
want to scream too, Wes Craven for all my people
Give you nightmares, roy-al lyrically lethal
Tape projections if you fiend for perfection
Excite rap
heard all your songs
About living and dying
I admire all your deep, clever words
But you haven't lived till
You've heard Roy Acuff
Sing about Jesus
flow's athletic
Workout seven albums, rap calisthenics
Epmd now, here to get ya
With a blow, you could of sworn Roy Jones hit ya
[Parrish Smith]
Gene Autry, the way he sings his tales
You like Roy Rogers and that woman named Dale
The way they lived their lives up on the silver screen
Out there in
MARGIE SAID ROY YOU AIN'T LISTENING TO ME
AND I'VE GOT A WHOLE LOT MORE TO SAY
ROY JUST CROSSED THE FLOOR AND PICKED UP HIS CAR KEYS
SHE AIN'T SEEN
prison
Weak niggas runnin' they mouth
We send 'em to the dentist
Call up T-Roy and Fatboy
Yeah they take care of business
Call up Mojo and T-Roy
You know
at you need to fall back like roy
Jab you in the neck when we battle like troy
I feel outta character every time i stare at ya
You raising ya arm im daring
Yo, all this time
You know I've been doing this and I think it's like
Just speaks
Just speaks of who I am, who I'm talking to
And you know
Roy
Yeah,
Say, fool
Why do niggas keep calling you Juise La-roy
I thought your name was Juise Lee-roy
I don't know
And why you always rapping about stars
desconfiaba cuando me decía
Oye honey le diste sentido a todos mis días
The Roy, the Roy
You're honey, baby
Wild
Because Living Stone
Help me Super the Hero Get me
Wild Living Stone
Roy J
Hey You are Bad Strawberries
Break Down
Tu Tu Tu Tu...
Get Wild Baby! Get
(Zukunft wird krass, ja)
Und bis dahin Trap mit den Boys (Boys)
Und ich flex auf euch Toys (Toys)
Dicka, zeig' mir einen mit Talent so wie Roy (Roy), ja
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