Lyrics:
Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points
But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George
And says "You know that
God himself had only ten"
Today I'm carried by a league
He'd like to know if you and me could help him in some way
A little camouflage and glue to mask the evil that men do
A small diversion caused by two,
people fell in love
Right now at a picnic shelter down by Caney creek
You'll find potato salad, hot dogs and baked beans
The whole Wilson family's
past, who's next
She wanna know about my past, who's next
None of y'all ever give me dan z'
Lechaf please
Sfardi looking ashki
Keep your hands off me
Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know ?cause I was riding with them too
I drank mare's blood
And all that bitch do is call me all day
talkin' bout you: "Why the fuck do he don't want me?"
Yo Big this is Quita, Kenya told me she saw you and Shana
Can't chase me, when I run
No handout, but I'm done
Making money all day
Don't give up anyway
David Wilson you pave the way
Lawless family all the way
oh
Let me hold you down na na
Oya yeee
Onyi bi goro dom, òmò kilo fi sè ibadi ton yi bi goro dom, Oya na
Make me your commado
Onyi bi goro dom
Me like
people fell in love
Right now at a picnic shelter down by Caney creek
You'll find potato salad, hot dogs and baked beans
The whole Wilson family's
Time: 2:58 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
Duhh Ima freestyle on yall ho's haha aye,
Shana you rollin'? Bitch I might! Aye don't try her cause she fight she know she heavy but she light ass
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin
your crown, I'm in my zone, don't fuck around
It wasn't by luck, I was found
Now I'm above the ground
I ain't dissing you, I'm lifting up your gown
gettin' smoked, you put a hand on me
Shots run it down even if he had a broken foot
All through COVID, we still sold it by the boatload to push
Pandemic
C'mon, man, roll outta bed, please c'mon
Diss me say my name in a song
Oh, God give me a minute
Damn, son, you ballin' now, two hours
A hundred
you in the tank next to junkies getting sick
Replace the buss down and put shackles on your wrist
where'd them diamonds go ?
Jewler won't give u half
Time: 3:34 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Remixed by brad gilderman at a & m recording studios
it go
I’m hella smooth dedeli flow
She didn’t love me
Now she want me
I do not fuck with her anymore
I don’t give a damn she already know
I’m getting
you at 905, can't wait to see you live
You know I like that dress, I think it fits you best
Brown skin so moisturized, it took me by surprise
I'm caught
Uh, this that Harlem music right here, this that Diddy Bop
Get ready for the winter music right here, this what it is [Incomprehensible]
You know me
him back?
Give me the mac, let me welcome with that
Tell Mr. Rogers, I leave his brains on the trolley track
Now prolly that
Listen, ya'll stop
paycheck
Look in my eyes, I don't want less
You tell me these lies like I'm mindless
I'm wearing my pride on a headdress
I'm chained to this world by
owwwwwwwwww
alright
land of a thousand dances by wilson pickett
you got to know how to pony, like bony maronie
do the mash potato, do the alligator
When you take the easy path it eventually takes a toll
Courage the catalyst to growth
I took a risk now I know
Me and RTS be cashing checks we
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