Lyrics:
large, gold cards
Beat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the Older God
Specialist, iciclist, Woolrich collar
Feelin' the rich, work for every
the oxytocin
If you find it hard to swallow, I can loosen up your collar
'Cause as long as you're still breathing, don't you even think of leaving
Not gonna
like my collar
You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ayy
And you know we winnin' (winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try play your song, it
will pay again
Yeah 'cause there's more than one kind of criminal white collar
So get to the point of it
(get to the point of it)
Get to the sense
like my collar
You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ayy
And you know we winnin' (winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try play your song, it
on the top
I want to thank you falettinme
Be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme
Be mice elf agin
Stiff all in the collar
Fluffy in the face
Chit chat
music and blue-collar blues
There were seventeen colors for a Chevy all red white and blue
I heard them say that you can't save that town
But I won't
And so I walk away and turn my collar to the wind
I walk along in silence trying not to think at all
I put my feet before me
Walk the silent street
You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're
of that type survived,
The very moment that he arrived,
I know I'd fall in love in a great big way.
I can't imagine being bad
With any Arrow collar ad,
and
The truths hard to swallow
Don Dada, hard act to follow
See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar
My crew want it all
This bout is scheduled for one fall
of ber-herna-herna-herna
Herna-her-nerds
Wear a leather collar
And a dagger in your ear
I will make you smell the glove
And try to look sincere, then we'll
Dance the blues
to render
You legal and tender
When you used to
Send her your promises boy
A dill or a dollar
Unbutton your collar
Come out and holler
Out all of your
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam' Alabam'"
That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey lamb
the footing, my collar ain't wooden
It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
Crazily paid or G, what
the frame
We'll imagine we're sleeping revolvers
Shotgun wedding in a strange SoHo
Our chambers hold silvery collars
Gun down werewolves wherever we go
So I turn my back,
Turn my collar to the wind
Move along in silence
Trying not to think at all
I set my feet before me
Walk the silent street
neck is like a large carrot
Sticking out from the collar of his shirt. she adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to
See if they make twenty-one, but they
Me with my high starched collar and my high-top shoes
Hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on a trolley
Lost my heart instead
Johnny darlin', stop a tellin' me those lies
Right now Johnny darlin'
Stop a tellin' me those lies
You've got lipstick on your collar
And a bunny look
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
bloodsport motherfucker
Ay yo the rockweiler chew in chew out ass niggas,
Pull em on your collar and let the lights dimmin
And you'll be swimmin in
The Fonz, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy
don't do that in my music, man, I'm tired of you saying that!
We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying we're too nasty and we're
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