Lyrics:
we pass time with the booze and fights
Groove only in the heat of the mic
Get down to a flow in sight
Get paid by the end of the night
Pepedipe
tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time
So I can get to run some more
Yeah
She's comin'
She's comin'
She's comin
tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time
So I can get to run some more
Yeah
She's comin'
She's comin'
She's comin
seen much better days
When we came on into the last approach, saw the runway thru the haze
And the wheels ain't comin' down.
All of my nine lives
yi y3 serious
Ibi you wey ik3 bo baa gbo
See Ibi you wey ik3 bo baa gbo
Gagaga Aahhh
Slow down for me slow down for me
Gagaga ahhh
Slow down for me
Well, I hear another train a-comin'
Guess I'll be on my way
If you wanna do me a favor
When I lay me down and die
Just dig my grave beside the railroad
So
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name's Bone
T to the Bo-ne, best in the game so you better get to know me
Bone
T to the Bo-ne, best in the game so
I been on my shit cuz i know that i been a target
They want me to fall down but i can't i barely started
Rememberin back then when they when i was
watch you parachute down and gettin clowned to the firm
The better term, D.S.
Comin from Downtown, y'all know the rest
When proper science is too deep, I
better scat down to the launder mat
Wash out all of them lipstick stains
Tidy up the house a bit get everything fit
Good thing she isn't comin; ' in by
Nothin' on earth that'll get me hummin'
Like a heat wave comin' and I'll come runnin'
With her makin' that tan in the broad daylight
And every
better scat down to the launder mat
Wash out all of them lipstick stains
Tidy up the house a bit get everything fit
Good thing she isn't comin; ' in by
thought I'm not bo bo the clown
I come from the bottom of bottoms where nobody make it
Ain't nobody holdin me down
Wasn't no love in the heart of my town
damn phone
Cause I get buckwild, do some ole freestyle
And beat ya down with the turnstile
Doggie doggie bo boggie fanana fanna fo foggie
Me mi mo
should've been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, lessons between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, it ain't a thing they could do
Uh uh, come on, S-P in the
Up north into the NYC and the out West
And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite
What, yo yo come
me sweet oh
Hold me down
Omalicha
Come and turn me on
(Turn me on)
Olowo to n gba loving
A sare wole by force
Die bo ba shey normal
A sare wole by
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
"Keep 'Em Comin' Back for More" - Written by Anthony Raymond Maragni
Verse 1
First of all, where have you been
Busy but you'll fit one in
Call
to London (I'm gone)
Always knew I was gonna be somethin' (uh-huh)
But I still ain't see none of this comin' (I'm on)
Livin' life, been enjoyin' this money
home (I'm comin)
If you play your cards right I knock em down like dominoes
Lacing up the kicks, tennis on your wrist
Anything I miss, you can add it
yeah)
I buy you a brand new bracelet custom made by Icebox (I)
You too beautiful, bae, I can't fuck you with the lights off (I)
That pussy so cold, I
Private Jackson had a girl
He fondly called Bo Peep
Now Jackson didn't have a car
So drove by in a jeep
They took a ride, the time flew by
And Bo
your run-down
Niggas better have my money by sun down
'Cause now when I come through I'm stylin' on 'em
It's like I got hotter than islands on 'em
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