Lyrics:
really blasting them skengs?
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss, they kick up a fuss and blame my
number, you know? I used to have a gal in my arm, you know...
a bottle of corn liquor on my left... (Moonshine, man). Oh, no
moonshine man, corn whiskey!
A due dita soltanto dal fondo
Ma se ti mancherà l'aria, ti affitto
L'America
Lambrusco & pop corn
Non è così facile
Perché prima e dopo il sogno
Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man
Keep
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
some woman, how she can take her man.
My woman dips snuff, and she drinks a good old homemade corn.
My woman dips her snuff, and she drinks a good old
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
number, you know? I used to have a gal in my arm, you know...
a bottle of corn liquor on my left... (Moonshine, man). Oh, no
moonshine man, corn whiskey!
Get off my block
Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
Let's run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Now who
through the day
And all them works that you see go on I and I no mash no corn
Well stumbling block move out the way we've got to make it through the day
Get off my block
Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
Let's run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block
Now who
I am the black crow king, mhm
I am the black crow king
The keeper of the nodding corn
A bam, bam, bam, bam
(Bam, bam, bam, bam)
All the hammers
I am the black crow king, mhm
I am the black crow king
The keeper of the nodding corn
A bam, bam, bam, bam
(Bam, bam, bam, bam)
All the hammers
live corn
We gon' blow your chest out of your back
Jump out gang
Jump out bang
We got 'nuff firearms
But I still do up bare hands
We got spinner's
on the market
What do you know
About the Lamb of God
12am tryna caught me an opp
If you don't pray you're losing the Plot
Got Spiritual corn I'm banging off
through the corn with the long furs on hes a gone John, he's a long,
Well come on the gal, oh shut that door, the dogs is comin, i gotta go.
Just to hear ol
Lisen
Baby
This the get back
Feel like thug
These days
Got big racks
Live a movie
Getcha pop corn
And
Sit back
I done bossed up
Bitch
Now
Im
trees
Corn fly on a night in the streets like COD bad b catch corn on your knees
Hella freaky she came in at 9 but she's still on her knees so I'm up
There's a scarecrow
Looking in through my window
I think that he thinks I am a bird
And that I want his corn
Scarecrow
I am not a bird I assure you
It was a long time after sunset
We struck the trail in the valley
We cut on the way up
The trail leads through melon and corn fields
Looking back
Volevi andare al cinema di sabato
Per vedere l'ultimo spettacolo
Io mangio pop-corn seduto all'angolo
E ti guardo mentre cambi l'abito
Perchè per me
Yeah... I Got Mikey in Here With Me Today (Yeah Dad)
Right Mikey (It's The Cult)
Wish We Had Section 8 (Ayy)
WIC Gave Away Corn Flakes (Ayy)
Café
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