Lyrics:
ain't Harry Potter
Nah, nah
Ain't no stick, the way of living, this ain't Harry Potter, yeah
Ain't no stick, the way of living, this ain't Harry Potter,
You know my love you win
I'll be right here
By your side
So now you know how I feel, baby
You have brightened up my world in every way
Share your
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
[stic.man & m1]
know your enemy, know yourself
that's the politic
george bush is way worse than bin laden is
know your enemy, know yourself
that's the politic
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Drinkin' this McQueen lakers
Fuckin' orange juice
It ain't no time for games
She got a whole lotta clothes at my
down like when this shit gone end
But if we kill one of them they send us to the pen
The way this world designed we ain't gone never win
They killing us
grill,
Humidity heated when I step in the arena,
Better come cleaner with felonies, what you're tellin' me's misdemeanor,
Bombs go off like
heart
I love it
I love it
I love it when you say George Harrison
Is better in comparison to all three, minus Paul
I love the way you sneeze
I love
okay ok
(Guitar rattle)
George
George
George
(I have called you by name)
In my soul
George yea
George I...
Byron in the soul
(I have called you
I have been chasing my dream
Nightmares be chasing me
So I Gotta get it by any means
But ain't going any where without my team
People told me to just
you ain't gotta ask (Uh, uh)
Way before the quarantine, I was in a mask
Asked niggas for six feet
Pop 'em in the ass you rap it like a G
Wasn't poppin'
got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
[Chamillionaire]
Niggaz was throwing
necks
Pause juggle it
Ion fuck with toms ain't muggling
Better chase a bag don't fumble it
Ion fuck with toms, Harry Potter with the wand
Can't riddle me,
trying to get some love from me
I’m saying fuck em all
I feel like Jason Tamalolou by the way I fend em off but leave em running more
Got a wifey at my
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
Money on the way i see it every Day come n go
We don't stress abt the same all yo Boys built like plastic mine built Like gold
They chasing george i
the stick
I'm cutting niggas off limb by a limb
I'm taking these ls forgot my alphabets
Racing to ms ik we gon win
Full throttle the whip race me to the end
Harry
With a rap that's big and fat that Mariah couldn't Carey
So don't come to me with that same ol' same ol'
'Cause I'll knock your butt somewhere
with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in
them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin,
music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up
all for show
They just tryna see you lose
When you destined to win
Call it a matter of fact
They don't like that
The way I talk back
Some say it's too
Got to be reasonable at times
I watched em fall back like seasonal Times
When niccas talk shit We don't even Reply
The way some ppl move We don't
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