Lyrics:
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
Have you ever worn the mask one-two one-two
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask upon the face just to make the next day
Feds be hawkin me
lying to your face
You're glamoured by their humor
They are good at being fake
They all come in different shapes
They're the walkers of the night
But
Or give me a clue, on who I'm supposed to be
I was a mommy's boy, soft, Uncle Tommy boy
Walking the streets, like a dead zombie, boy
Swine eating, lying,
from getting by
Be cautious and don't try to move quick
Take it slow, and be wise, just give it time
Yeah we all deal with some bullshit
Can't let that
Yeaaa
Let's have some fun
Carry the torch olympic gold on my body
Dexter in the laboratory but this here not a hobby
Bout our pickles like tommy I
[Chorus]
Oooh
It's been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It's been a long time
Let it spin let spin let it spin
Since I been back around
Kelly, When Yo Name Is Tommy
I Don't Know What Ya'll Be Thinkin
When U Bring Em Round Me
Let Me Remind U That I Am The King Of R&B
Do U Know What That
of his
I’m like a guinea pig with a skinny snitch
And me big like a penny rich hear me
Bitch ready to let the semi spit
Here he is is he really sick or
Is
me by my first name expression
Or don’t call me at all
I’m less of a name more of a vibration
Less of a thought more of a sensation
And I feel
munching on Tide Pods
Don't blame me
It Ain't My Fault
Silkk the Shocker
Rap is making no brain followers white walkers
I want to be a leader
Want to teach
Eternally Thug Nigga Hilfigger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my ??? Mamis
Or come to Papi I love it when its wet and sloppy
In
I couldn't be there with you all when momma passed away
I was on the road and when they came and told me it was just too late
I drove by the grave
Jerry Jeff Walker
Let me tell you a little story about a trip I made to Mexico, with some friends
Of mine that had a pocket full of Mauis and some
them J's
Peyton Manning, I be making them plays
M's to the grave, remember them days, I'm stuck in my ways
And we got them choppers
Trust me when I say
like Tommy dot
Your mom will drop, hit your
Pop with the tommy, then let the tommy pop
I know there's some slimy cops
But they work for me
I'd rather pay
I be like como se llamo
Lil' mama me llamo Pain what is your name
I'm feeling your vibe and I'm
Hoping you feel the same
I'mma wink my eye and let you
Nigga U not ( U Not)
Paul walker Living life 2 fast 2 furious
Think u can hang U can’t be serious
Turn yo bitch into my backpack
Cuz she was curious
I'm just nervous, and still a little high
But I'm fuckin' hyped, man, this is gonna be crazy
(Alright, it's go time, baby, let's do this)
Yo, Logic,
just like I'm Kimbo
Let me get a slice of that cake cake cake
Do it like ya bday in the worse way
Imma make sure you coming in first place
Every day
TT now we doin' dumb shit
Girl watchu gon with it
Let's party
Dance up on me
All on my Tommy's
Ass big got me sayin' aii mami
Let's get freaky
Let's
his fuckin' throat I shoved it
Give me your money, and take that palve' off nigga,
Fuck Tommy 'Figga, I'm off that doe and liquor
See I be drillin'
feeling like a fag, I got Tommy on my ass
Yo' Bitch heart emoji on my timeline
I be shining straight just like a nightlight
Yeah, Mario Ringtone when she
a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that b****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock s***
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