Lyrics:
Take a seat and let me tell you a story about the fattest turkey I've ever met
Now his name was Mr. Chewbacca and he was an eating turkey
And his
(Magic)
(Peso P got that work)
(100% Juice)
Uh, Kodak bought a Wraith, they say lil' Kodak bought a Wraith
And I keep the best Molly, comin'
by,
Sneakin by, creepin by tha corner to make sure I'm gone.
Imma kill y'all motherfuckerz. that's word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..
Every
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
Really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know
What I mean." She started
anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know
what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth.
[Mr. Lil One]
What's up Dawg
[Mr. Shadow]
What's up
[Mr. Lil One]
You back up in here again
[Mr. Shadow]
Yes
{Mr. Lil One]
You see that board
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I thought the hands of time would change me
And I'd be over this by now, yeah
It's been too long since we got crazy
I'm lowkey spinnin' out
I
down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal, I'm a leader of the pack
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do you know what
down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal, I'm a leader of the pack
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do you know what
crazy every day is a battle
Punk rock shit I be jamming to metal
We need three bad beezys that can match our level
I need three, whoo
Whose Mrs. Huxtable
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
coward that shot Mr. Joward
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
Then on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home
Just talking with his family brave
Ran around your blocks, afford many laughs
And every single time I was bustin my some caps
Now I'm on f**ks, Mr. Washs
Ever see the Lil, you better call
I have no money to survive through the night
I have no friends to help me by my side
The only friend I found was a man
But he only came around every
on Thursday on the same day she was comin'
Threw me a backshot on Friday and by Saturday she was runnin'
Now I'm goin' dummy
Crashin' the pussy just like I
make a right"
At the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday night
There was Uncle Dave Macon, his gold tooth and plug-hat
Cowboy Copas singing "Tragic
make a right"
At the Grand Ole Opry every Saturday night
There was Uncle Dave Macon, his gold tooth and plug-hat
Cowboy Copas singing "Tragic
from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for
drowned in sorrow every morning
My heart is so pained but still it's alright
Getting stoopid faded Saturday night
I think I'm numb an alone when I'm high
I'm with you
Feel like the summer
Saturday upper, I want you
Don't make me wait, take me away
By the end of the night
I wanna feel like the sky
pikin don die
Dem dey cry dey ask baba e God why
Na Mr So so and so so come
English finishing start to dey form
Him as I'm no suppose come at all
People
I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
there's no batteries in my back
I show you
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