Lyrics:
I never could comfort you
And I'm sorry
St. Petersburg is
A miserable town
And I'm sorry
If I am bringing you down
And I'm sorry
If I caused
once, but I was half 'sleep
Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented Suburban
I must've dozed when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm
Hawaii, Texas
Las Vegas or Phoenix, Minnesota
You know what I'm sayin'? Connecticut, KC
Definitely St. Louis, Rhode Island
Philly, New England, Canada
You
Uncle Emile, he's gone now nearly ten days
He tole his wife's he's gone for the fishing
But in the waters off St. Pierre and Miquelon Isles
said it then I meant it, lames never get credit
Condolences to your ex, he should've known you deaded
All the steaks at Maestro's
Suites at St. Regis
hear you say
Come on
Pop it for pimp (go) [Repeat x8]
[Chorus]
All my women up in Philli' gon' pop it 4 pimp
All my St. Louis women gon' pop it
Pop it 4 pimp
All my women up in Philli gon? pop it 4 pimp
All my St. Louis women gon? pop it 4 pimp
All my Carolina women gon? pop it 4 pimp
All
edition this is not back in the day
Hit them with the Jim Brown put them on the ground get out my way
I was outside St. Clair West 6th coolin' with
Krueger seems like Romper Room and Elm St. ain't so bad
When you meet death it ain't no dream
A serpent in the form of a man - tormentor, evil
다 태워버려 멍청이들 FIRE fire fire fire
멋 좀 아는 애들 내 차에 타타 타요
돈타령 하는 것들 전부 다들 Lie liar
오늘밤 다들 새워 Shit
멈출 수 없는 기분 I'm on fire
Fire I'm on fire
멈출 수 없는 기분 I'm
It's looking good if I abstain from sin
I knocked on the pearly gates
Neatly side-stepping the long queue
Waved hi to St. Peter
Who checked my card
of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't high
I've been hotter since
Two young girls were swept down the culverts in the rain
St. Petersburg was flooded again
I reached my hand out for them but I watched them slip away
that you can stand
I'm gonna give you
All that you can stand
Dance Colinda on St. John's eve
Bells on her ankles
Makes you believe
Good time dresses
to St. Agnes hill
Now I stand on the fire watch and as I close my eyes
I see a little boy, and he's waving goodbye to the
Big Iron Horses
Steel
Thirteen
1st Avenue North in St. Pete, Cucumber Creepin'
Girl, watch me bend it til you think it'll break
I baked a cake full of dank but don't be afraid
Lyno’s youse hand full
James St. patrick I’m powerful
Put the the pistol to my neck youse a dam fool
I have them killas coming at you
F N’s calicos
St. Thick
Shake it make drop bring it the top shake it like them jingle bells we rock lady don't u stop baby I'm the shit n is not he want what I
tumble like my tears and roll like your eyes
If you can’t tell I ain’t too well like I’m sick with St. Anthony's Fire
Well I kick and shout trying to put
boys gang wherever
Seven days is forever
Might break the rules and see them whenever
Drumline homies friends forever
These Port St. John rappers
the love
Only met with regret
St. Mary, the sister I’ll never forget
When I see the prophet
From the bottom of the sea
Think I’m fire but I’m water
Nothing
the main goal
Canada, money all colours like a rainbow
Rake dough, paper be piling up like a case load
Fake hoes wanna be part of it, tell em case closed
St.
least favorite thing
Did you know that St. Peter's list says you're name's the only one that exists
And the rest of us are damned to hell for thinking
back
Get the pot
Take some shots
A few grenades
A few frog legs
Dictator's heat
St. John's wart
A bayonet
Two eyes of a cat
Some salt and pepper
Some
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