Lyrics:
niggas hoes, you niggas hoes
And I ain't even trippin
'Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas
Mikey bring that mink with your
judged by the hairs
On my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin (girls giggling)
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth
Yeah, Kane, he get
I was walking down the street, when I heard somebody coming up behind me
She had cobalt blue eyes, and blonde hair bright enough to blind me
I got
and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes
the little things
The way a sail turned into wings
Every time you go astray
Neon lights will light the way
Protected from the endless grey
A deja-vu, you know
it all with you, here's an armored truck"
"Thanks," said Aladdin, "Genie, you're a real champ
But for a little while get back in your lamp"
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
at the Park that night
Even the smokers that be levellin gettin sparked tonight
(Lil' Style)
Back on the streets, straight blue and grey
'cause I represent
hope you write me back
I wanna see feathers gray and blue
I hope it coos like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I hope it coos like ooh, ooh, ooh,
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
this little shop of horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right here,
rain
Or let the sun shine thru my Rays
This little light I held
Believe me when my skies are grey
I'll let that sunshine thru my Rays
Girl I might
staring me in my fucking face
After a while it all just funnels and pours out
The things I think about and don't say
Are things that turn my hairs gray
and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick
know where I'll be
Girl, I swear to love you when your hair's grey
Every single wrinkle on your face
Tryna figure out how you're still beautiful,
records on
Tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
You go ahead, let your hair
records on
Tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans
I hope you get your dreams
You go ahead, let your hair
There's drugs that help your hearing
Even drugs that help your sight
And there's drugs that help you think
That every little thing is gonna be alright
Smoke
confused
You inspire this little baby is my muse
Didn’t care about the boy, man’s making tunes
Stay by me, even if it’s win or lose
Even if it’s win or lose
the dark and the light
never just black and white or even grey
you can't look away
there's a sweet little girl with a folded up flag on the foot of her
want worry bout blues or my hair turning grey
At the end of the night, I'm a need you to pray
We in the coupe, it's no room to complain
We flew through
everything will be okay
Everything will be alright
Be at peace, little soul
You're not in it alone
I'm still by your side
Everything will be alright
Everything
blue collar sweat and blood
Squared jaw and a crew cut
A purple heart, a Viet Vet.
He'd tell you every chance he'd get
Always running down my rock n'
her name
Well she was wearing a shirt that said Go Team
A painted-on pair of tight blue jeans
Long brown hair under a baseball hat
Gold earrings shaped
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