Lyrics:
weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang
Uh, smoke all in the city
Should've known that it get smokey
Killers hang with killers, don't approach me
I say, killers hang with killers
So I'm
splendid
Since you're down with other shit let's see if you're down with this
It's about, strictly trying to roll a blunt
When you get the hang of it,
and get screwed up on you
I've got nothing to do 'cept
Hang around and get screwed up on you
Your beauty makes me feel alone I look inside but no ones home
Head over heels, this can't be real
Baby I'm fallin' for you
I wanna be the one you hang up on
Get mad cry red in the face
I wanna be the one you
cruel to me 'cause I'm a fool for you
I poured my aching heart into a pop song
I couldn't get the hang of poetry
That's not a skirt, girl, that's
their pools
Wearing nothing but a scarf
I've painted everything there was to paint
Now it was time to sit back, give interviews
Get on the internet, hang
Time Is Now Global we a army
Still a nigga only wanna make deposits
Cash in Cash Out like the market
Cash in Cash Out get the money
We never hang
the thing blam
They call me the Rain Man
I'm out of bullets, get 'em hung, nigga
Hang Man
You get me, hang it up there's problems
I flame it up
Bang it up,
blade, pants on the lampshade
You get the picture, clear as a bell
You get the picture, just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture, and put
'round my way
All night everyday
Body needs my super cream
Get me paid, get sprayed, hang wit' homies that's made
Come through ya town, put it down
When a woman gets the blues she hangs her little head and cries
When a woman gets the blues she hangs her little head and cries
But when a man gets
TRAIN WHISTLE BLUES
(Jimmie Rodgers)
« © '29 Peer International, BMI »
When a woman gets the blues she hangs her little head and cries
When
with eyes closed
And I'll get you all my dreams again
Hang on don't let it go
The flame of desire
We tip-toed on water
To see the bottom
Pushed each
phone ring
And that's the only reason I'll be makin' this drive a midnight
(Tryna get to my baby)
Hang up, my clothes and I'm leavin'
I'll be makin'
'round my way
All night everyday
Body needs my super cream
Get me paid, get sprayed, hang wit' homies that's made
Come through ya town, put it down
gone die just cuz Some fame
We get the drop I dont wont hang
You gone get popped thats on Gang
Now he look Rudolph
40 glocks got extra chops boy dont Get
own, roll your own
When you finally get the hang
Of rolling your own
You'll want to share it with a
Friend let 'em pass it along
Roll your own roll your
As they come in like a flood
Oh no
Quiet
Help me hang by and by
As the day gets closer
God you know if I go the mile
Since it's been a little while
Seems
Fresh off the block I’m the new kid
Too much drip i need a cruise ship
Get outch ya feelings you can hang cuz we too lit
They be coming different
things about me
She said bad things about me
She wouldn't hang it - get the picture up
She wouldn't hang it - get the picture up
She wouldn't hang it -
fight for, or the end? - Is it too heavy?
To live - we die and let the past go
Too big - emotions that we had to get through
Hang with me on Sunday
hang with the boys cause the gang on lock
Count my money so please don’t talk
Fiend on the bird so he gon walk
She got a rap brigga but he gon flop
Get
blessings
We have seen our guiding star
CHORUS
Pick up your bags and get your ticket
Don't hang around or you will miss it
This is the King Sound, whole
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