Lyrics:
are surrounded by some toys I do it just to do it I ain't
Never had a choice this a grown man stepping you move
Like little boys I ain't hearing all
the crib to ourself
What should we do?
Hmm
It smells like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
Smell that yo
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
Smell that, come
Me don tell yo seh man na hustler
You affi know man na hustler
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Action pak man na hustler
I be hustler yeah
No need to chill my
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
The ins and outs of the small town life
She said oh by the way son, hmm, old man Wrigley has died
Later on that night, I laid there thinkin' back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mmm
Mmm
I was always, I was always movin' by myself (By my self)
I ain't need nobody, nah I ain't need no
to Bangkok Ladies
You a fi need the man that strong like Hancock
By your side at your back and even on top
Girl you look nice and your style is so top
And me
Anyway, remix, money again
Again, a-again, again, a ya e-e
Kom binnen zo van hooza
Heb juice die d'r lippen wil losen
'k heb olie voor je beng beng
Eyah
Na Na Na
Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm
Kiel what tha fuck
She promise to never never let a man down
She told me all these words
While we walking down town
to ourself What should we do?
Hmm
It smellz like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La,
Yo, I got an idea, let me run and grab Sticky right quick
Ayo Sticky, Sticky
Yo, Slim Shady, man
Yo, I just had like a nightmare
Wait, well, it
Phone ringing it's ya man? Hmm. Gonna answer that
Tell him that you're posing, 'cuz I'm in a better Tax Brac'
Good quality, plus I'm vested in that Nasdaq
Hmm Hmm Hmm
( One more vote! One more vote! Speech! Speech!
One more vote! One more vote! Speech! Speech! )
Fellow cats, mesh your gears,
You made me a little lower than the angels
That You made me a little lower than the angels
And the son of man that You care for me
And the son of man
Ye ye ye ye
No no no no
Hmm hmmm
Pretty Boy
Listen my brother man o brotherman
Only God can take me to top
And not any man
I believe in God
It
to ourself What should we do?
Hmm
It smellz like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La,
Rising
Rising to the top
I keep Rising, Rising to the top, To the Top
Came up on my own
Now i'm on the top
Um Hmm
Man a star, walk up, Str8 up, tall up
still feel envy
Oh man (hmm)
Just like this bottle, I still feel empty
Again (hmm)
I stuck by your side tonight, babe
Need your light to guide me back
Paul; Paul Stark? A local god. A man who knows about all these things.
He knows everything.
Mmm-hmm. How did you come up with the name Soul Asylum?
City
You have forgotten me, I have been tied to another world that has already been lost
2 Worlds tied by our memories, as you remember me everything you
You can bet this
You had me tested
In this nest of oppression I invested
Possessed by obsession to fill you
With five star dinners
Cheques left you
Ehnehn baby
Hmm
Those people don pay you the show money?
Byka gbemene ke gbawerimio
Ok oh hmm
Shey you know that my friend abi?
Yeah
Hmm
Baby hmm her
cribs than dem man
Dem man ask man now for a ten pound
But it ain't that when dem man beg man
What you know about that fam
Man left the pack by
guy
They be like "Cai, why you ain't blow up?"
Hmm, nigga, ion know why (Woah)
Fuck it cause ima stay all by myself
Focused on wealth and getting high
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