Lyrics:
There’s the ringer in your head like a stringer
I said:
We must dance like mad
Chorus:
When I fly my black flag
You take a back track
Yeah it's a possibility, that niggas can't fuck me
I hang these niggas, like KKK clan on a fucking
Tree
Yeah
We got stringers to their head, like some
stronger
What doesn't make you stringer kills you
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
What doesn't make you stringer kills you
plus cvon que stringer
Je roule un 3 feuille matiti missile stinger
Dans la street moi je suis plus cvon que stringer
Gangs
walls and I'm brining down the roof
I'm like whoo, like whoo, Yo this shit right here is proof
What don't kill you make you stringer I ain't playing
I wish 'em well
Say my name, it should ring a bell
I run the game like Stringer Bell
but I ain't getting clipped
A p***** n***** touch me imma shoot
you're fishin' she'll be thinkin' and wonderin' what you're up to
And when your stringer's full and you get back home she'll be missin' you
Well if you
just watch that bobber float
We got a cooler full of cold beer
And a stringer full of fish
It don't get no better than this
It don't get no better
all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that stinger feel.
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I
stringer
Yeah, I might have slowed down a little but buddy, I can still bring her.
Hell I'ma gonna show her when it's party time
See everybody dancin'
the dock,
I lifted up this big 'ol stringer of bass this idiot on the dock goes,
"Hey, y'all catch all them fish?"
Nope.
"Talked 'em into giving
Twisted rope, handcuffs, blindfolds, stringer pearls
Neckties, silk scarf, silver chains, pretty girls
Thigh-highs, leather mask, high heels, golden mask
no reason to sic the dogs on me
Boy, don't jinx yourself, boy, I'm Michael Spinks with the belt
Stringer Bell, boy, my name rings bells for itself
a stringer up
Got a mess of fish
I drive away with a smile on my face
Knowing that this place is blessed
By God's amazing grace
[Chorus]
Know matter
That girl, she's a party, all nighter
Little 'Funky Cold Medina
Little 'Strawberry Winer
That girl, she's a love gone stringer
Me a year old bum
han-han, ouh, j'ai tout fait pour m'éloigner de la tour
Han-han, ouh, han-han, ouh, comme stringer bell, j'disparais quand ça court
Han-han, ouh, han-han,
For a buck they'll come face to face
And hope their footage gets claimed
But he's not a beast,
He's a stringer
Peels onto the grass and runs to his
to the crowd
I didn't know a second stringer
Could ever be so proud
The car in front of me was carrying
What I loved more than anything
My sweetest
He's a sad song singer, he plays a gut-stringer
With vagabond fingers,that follow his mind
To far away places, he reaches for traces
And touches
He's a sad song singer he plays a gut-stringer
With vagabond fingers that follow his mind
To far away places he reaches for traces
And touches
Twisted rope, handcuffs, blindfolds, stringer pearls
Neckties, silk scarf, silver chains, pretty girls
Thigh-highs, leather mask, high heels, golden mask
would be a fifth stringer
I said I got the fine one in the Beamer
I'm the point guard and I need a winger
Take it for the team
Take it for the team
Take
Watcha know about thumping skeeters with your fingers
With a stringer full of keepers under thundery clouds?
Whatcha know about picking off
the dock, I lifted up this big 'ol stringer of bass this idiot on
the dock
goes, "Hey, why'all catch all them fish?"
Nope.
"Talked 'em into giving
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