Lyrics:
The liquor store came first
And drove my baby from my arms
It was all a game that led me down that road
The liquor store came first
The liquor
and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)
You must think you're Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You don't understand liberty until
Someone speaks for y'all
at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had
Every little kiss you give to me
I'll store in my memory chest
Even all the tears I shed will be
There along with your warm caress
Oh darling,
Ali bali ali bali bi
Luk nu dine øjne i
Vi går aldrig mere forbi
Det store stygge storkespringvand
Byens stemning er så hjertevarm
Men på Strøget er
what's in store
Let's see what's in store
Fresh off the boat
Kingdom of man
Woman can't vote
In Vatican
Digging tunnel
Over a fence
Spectacular
(Your store bought rap ain't shit
That's why your small rhyme bore me)
What, yeah
(Your store bought rap ain't shit)
Ali Vegas
(Call me
get this at the store"
Whoa, oh, now you know-ow
If you're looking for the sign, bitch, I'm it (ooh-ooh)
And I know you wanna fuck with me again
in the Honda Accord (no cap)
I had to count my money on the ironing board
I just took that bitch shoppin', fucked behind the stores
I had to get
The liquor store came first
And drove my baby from my arms
It was all a game that led me down that road
The liquor store came first
The liquor
guess I'd feel this way?
Like a kid in a candy store
A kid in a candy store
A kid in a candy store
A kid in a candy store
A kid in a candy store
T-T-T-Tip
Draggin-Draggin' to the floor
T-T-T-Tip
Draggin-Draggin' to the floor
Tip-toeing through the jewelry store
Christian Dior mink
I'm a collector like the antique store man
Picking up beauties where nobody else can
Broken people, broken things
Broken hearts and broken wings
yea!)
Dolce Gabbana, it's not from the store
(Yea!)
Ready for war, we ready for war
Ready for war, ready for war
(Yea!)
Talk to ya whore, she ready for
J'suis on top, j'suis on top
Avec ma team je score
Pullup dans un nouveau store
Nouveau drip je sors
Cette bitch me regarde dans les yeux, elle m'as
Where are you now
I'm waiting on the corner
To walk you down to town
Can't take it, another fallen doubt
Drug store and I'm coming around
Where are
rubber bands
Baby stop by the store, I need rubber bands
Baby stop by the store, I need rubber bands
Baby stop by the store, I need rubber bands
Rubber
the store off a oxy
T-T-Take a picture, I'ma pose, paparazzi
I've been drinking, moving like a zombie
Three bands on me
Walking 'round the store off a oxy
I got a liquor store liver from your cheatin' heart
You could shop up inside it like a supermart
Lots of pretty bottles to fill up your cart
I got
walking to the store
I was a youngin, I seen niggas die right in front of my eyes
From seeing them killas walk up from behind
Toting the blicky, gone
svært
For så er man ikke stor
Er det ikke sært
Den dag jeg får min store nissehue på
Så er der fest i vente det kan i nok forstå
Jeg skal lave alt det
Not like anybody else I know
Just like everybody else I know
Store bought character
Store bought character
Store bought character
I’ll be the only me
So
Money bag money bag money bag go
My little baby return from the store
Keeping the change
Demanding a change
I pay you out but, you wanting some
Talk less, work more
50 bands at the store
Aye yo I like that shit, I’m finna run it
Talk less, work more
50 bands at the store
Now I got cars galore
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