Lyrics:
the motherfucker ETA
And I be the champ, nigga, year after year, after year
Yeah, I'm goin' three-peat wave
I ain't droppin' no dime, you boys cheapskates
still standin' by the wood stove
Talkin' to a pot of fatback and beans
Twenty years later, still cookin' a spread
But there's no reunion 'cause
so sincere and true
Funny sad or blue
Oh yeah!
And we've got to remind you
Many years it took him
Singing every day to achieve his first claim
communities
I let 'em make me out the villain, I stay poised as Putin be
Y'all tryna do the pigs' job, y'all like the boys in blue to me (that's cops)
I
notice the years going by
And the first thing we knew we were all twenty-one
But the Gang stuck together in a fight or in fun
-And then came the War-
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
It's a new year, I'm glad to be here
It's
You always left me blue
Now I know
That I deserve
To be loved by someone good
Oh baby
What you gonna do without me
There's nothing you
Can say or do
on our gold spokes
I'm tipping through on my shorty, eyes look Tiffany blue
Methodous flows killing these niggas, Christians approved
Very wild, no
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
with me at least those in favor
And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later
Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
I was
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
ain't worth
2AM, yeah, I hop in the coupe
That girl ain't want me, she wanted the blues,
For Tami, and Dun I'ma do it for you
I was stopped by the wind,
was much later on
In the year that he turned forty when his fanbase was all gone
And his health was so touch-and-go
His girlfriend proposed
But they
and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut
Until I was twenty six and a half years old
That's when I swore that someday
Yeah, 25th of December, 1971
Got me some homemade beautiful shoes
Eleven years later baby, 1982
I was twelve years old and still I had the blues
years later you stuck in the shed
Wasting away and you gonna be dead
Roll with the hive and we go till we rest
will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy
20 years
Or sung a happy song
Since praying went with innocence
And the divil played along
And we all went up to the Mero,
Hey there who's
always seemed to bore me
'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me
Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun,
major
I got my boys with me, at least those in favor
And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later
Once, I was 20 years old, my story
a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie
I was only like eleven so forgive me
A decade later I be all up in the city
Trying to get Hov to fuck with me
will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy
a little bit harder,
Just a little bit harder,
Then youll get it for sure,
Youll get it for sure,
Twenty-four year later,
And were in the hands of labour,
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