Lyrics:
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Bayou, Cool me
Leave you blue
I smoke and بوسة
In my coupe
Spill on that Dolce
I don't skip the foreplay
Afterwards, go grab my ashtray
My Chef, Samurai
for everything?
You want it back, I sell it back to you
(Skyscraper)
Load the foreign up and bring that bag to you
(Skyscraper) why you lie to me? I'm
better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man and
You can see
fuck up that money
You think it did something to me?
I do things, new things
I'm getting blue cheese, no hot wings
I really cop things, new V's and hard
the evenin' sun go down
The woman I love she done left this town
Bring her back, bring her back
Bring that woman back to me
Bring her back, bring her back
the balance back
Bring it back
At last, the sun is shining
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his
the balance back
Bring it back
At last, the sun is shining
The clouds of blue roll by
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his
trust you better run(x4)
VERSE 2
It’s ashame
How i bring the pain
How i make it rain
I confused you lame
I got the fame
But ain’t much changed
I’m still
dreams dreams dreams dream
She put that booty right on me me me me
She getting moody hit them cheeks cheeks cheeks cheeks
They tell me tone it down I
Which is, by the way, half part of the mortality
Sailing through the sea won't help you at all
Juking around the waves is part of what we call "the home"
casket
Watch this nappy headed villain, brutal torture is illegal
I back down clowns with a four pound, as I defeat you
Insert the lyrical slugs, that
possible she might just grow wings
That's how I look at the world
Whatever I want Ima bring it right to me
Bring it right to me
Whatever I want Ima bring it
and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with
dirty dish rag, you
You couldn't fit my twos
Not even my kids tap shoes
Kenny Wayne Shepard
Blue on black
That's a big ass bruise
I'm this good at rap
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
(we gon bounce and floss until the wheels fall off
Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's cheese
You
stress
God bless, no stress, and I'm pray for them niggas' on that hoe shit
When you hear my name you better roof roof (yea)
Smokin' like a train, you can
up) clap it break that back
She just made a stack (ooh)
Niggas in that trap still totin' them straps
(that dope) if you make it where I'm from
It's like
XCHÆNGE run that ting' back
I'm on top like ima king
I stay fly, I ain't talking bout' no wings
Any obstacle I battle in the ring
The Black Mamba
in the back, I'm commonly leading the pack
This is quality assured, I'll never release if it's wack
That's an insider, you missed it, it's still fire
dyed neckties, I packs it and gets high
Left behind to fail, that's all the rest of you guys
I bring it live, often, hit you with the best surprise
You
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
put am for repeat
cos the haters gon hate
potatoes potate
another young man wey dey move by faith.
Sometimes i no go lie i no know
how Godey bless me
me
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