Lyrics:
the park
If the storm cloud paints it dark
Then your rosy cheeks gonna light my merry way
Now the frosticles appear
And they've frozen up my beard
So
niggas from behind
The plugs is dusty, the shooters got curly beards
Takin' flicks with Super, Shabba, Ninja then, what?
(We used to be good friends
need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
Pussy A1, just like his credit
He got a beard
Underneath his beard so snowy white
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night
We wish you a Merry
subbing me (what?), It was sheer luck (like what?)
Like a fuckin' leprechaun with its beard cut
(Still a) punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut
You're
your broke asses, even got rocks in the beards and mustaches
Rock top fashions
Ain't shit changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range (uh-huh)
For sure can't touch the beard
My people function for years
I make your granny show veneers
I be dancin' and she cheer
I know two, three freaks in
talkin' 'bout a hundred links
Tat tears, big beards, Osama cake
Hey, ballin' like Pierce
Multi-millionaires for twenty years (corazón)
But really
beard was just like me puttin' my jersey on
Coach K saw the light in me early on
Oh you don't believe? (it's just a half a mile away)
Mike Posner,
hate in the 'hood
Took his ho to Jamaica
If I let down the top
Let the breeze in my beard
VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs
My Columbian
(2 Chainz) heartbreaks and 808s
Turn around, one-legged fadeaway (swish)
Even with a beard, I got a baby face (no)
Head fake, crossover, hesitate
on me can't be smearin' all that makeup (ahh)
Fuckin' up my beard, the barber see a pay cut (nigga)
Catch a flight so it's time to get a taper (woo)
sleep at his feet
Antelope head his beard skylark red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood
And now that the gate of his evening is late
the basics
Is this your graduating?
So yeah I'm feeling boy
Midwest beard all over Hollywood
See the way they hating
See the way I shine
Dexter Av is
Here we go'.
As it leaves the man on the caboose with a long white beard says,
This train is bound for gory, this train,
This train is bound for
and tomorrow is Christmas day
Here he comes down the chimney with a great big grin
A beard on the tip of his chinny chin chin
You better be a sleepin' or he
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin'
You mean, the big fat man with the long white beard
cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughenin' coal pile
And a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend
I ain't tryin' to dog the old man in red
The white beard or the flyin' sled
Truth be known I always did enjoy
The thought of santa bringin' all
like a cherry!
His drawl little mouth
Was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin
Was a white as the snow!
The stump of his pipe
was tucked
Up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white,
Oh, what a laugh it would have
merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white
Jesus was a Capricorn
He ate organic food
He believed in love and peace
And never wore no shoes
Long hair, beard and sandals
And a funky bunch
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