Lyrics:
leave you al one, itʼll set you free
You do whatever you want
I know that youʼd do the same for me
Cause I miss you now and I missed you then
Iʼll be
I know that you miss him,
I can tell by the way you kiss him,
Get yourself together (get yourself together)
And you'll be alright.
You say that you
and more
Violence and tongue kissing
Before I leave this point, I'll give you more
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By Tipper Gore
Al Gore's wife,
that carona and lime
Thursday morning
Opened my eyes
Then I opened my bank
To be greated by a zero
Cash can go in the blink of an eye
To be that weekend
chilling like I'm Bebop
I be wild'n , I just need a señorita mamacita
I gotta stand up straight, I cannot get no scoliosis
Ion even gotta sell my soul
ain't Al Capone, nigga, you ain't a hitter, you ain't none of that
Aye look, chyeah!
The pole be spinning like the barbershop near
Scare your crows if
My body
My soul
Sparring jabbing with the opponent
He shooting darts
Im shielded by
Holy arks
B'rit come
With 2 zips
cnd 2 bits of wisdom
Take up
miss out
Figure in every view and perspective
Be doing numbers
It's even odd cos you not in your prime yet,
I remember
You in Uni days,
You just started
bitches counting it
Don't fuck with niggas that look unfamiliar
Go by the G code
Got bullets just to unload
They stopped making guns nigga when they made
somebody you’d be happy too
Cos whatever happened in the past is the past you know
It’s kind of impressive look how far you’ve come
Spending al my lessons
be better
Will it al be worse
If I knew the answer
Would you be my Friend
Until the end
Goodbye Cruel World
Goodbye Cruel World
Goodbye Cruel World
tryna be like Al Capone
Thanking God I even have a home
Started from the bottom I'm in battle mode
Started from the bottom
I had to hustle
Been on one
I gotta big ass 40 in my Al Wissam nigga
Hell yeah, you know that Glock spit
Turn around and do the dash, hit a nigga with that mop stick
Nigga,
persist on rubbing my torso
I'm Latin but I ain't wrapping in satin
No, that old disco look just ain't happening
I'm fresh and new and making my debut
thinking hips I'm thinking thighs
Two piece combo got me rise
It's got me rose
Were kissing and fishing just like some Eskimos
What a picture catch I am
I'm
knockin' pictures of tha wall
I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint
taketh away
But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay
I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land
Forgive me, Father - they forced
Regulate
New York city crime state
And bless ya L's be on track to make an earthquake
Now wait
Desert storm just like Kuwait
Watch Jake
Can't go
I can be ya lifesaver
Treat me like a jawbreaker
You got thrity one flavors, baby
You can get this now or later, now or later
You can get this
just pretend it's ok
Even the night falls at the end of the day
At the end of the string, you watch the pendulum swing
Hypnotized by the simplest
quanto funesto al mio riposo!
[Fab Pyrrhus, by my condemning Volusius
I’ve done my duty
Judgment on sentence belongs no more to me
To have his punishment
I'll wax yo' ass in reverb, reverb, reverb
Get off that gangsta man style, you just a clone
Wannabe fuckin Al Capone, I got somethin you ain't seen
a donny in his fourties
Know I keep a bad bitch
By nature I be naughty hP saucy
Potter buy a pudding like Georgie Porgie
Talking all that talk darg
Don't
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call me Al
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