Lyrics:
I spilled ice cream on your favorite shirt
Took my heart and you threw it in the dirt
And now it's dripping all over
Haven't been myself since
Got up early collared shirt and I'm off to work
Would like to see my family daily but the profits first
I watch the clock counting seconds til' I'm
thought I had achieved it, but it was a dream
The gears in his "Armani"
Or his stupid tricks
Now she is hypnotized by his...
Tight shirts, no more replies
driven when I'm one in the hole
I'm at my best
Feeling like I'm Tiger
In my red shirt
No time for stressing
When I'm under pressure
Get tha bread first
Tell me what you doing if I Turn you around
Hand over your mouth baby don't make a sound
Shirt coming off & your pants on the ground
& you tell me
again!
Faded again!
It's easy enough i'll confess
You'll find me in the bed
Years go by we'll fly without jets
Seems like every day is just a test
Faded
20-20-20 inch shorts, baggy shirt
Glasses so swaggy it kinda hurts
Check my fit, we the boys on the boat
We gettin' lit catch a vibe on the trip
20
When I'm alone I grab my phone
And search for shorts with only happy colours
Not only shorts also search
Places, cars, socks, shoes, shirts
All
the
A-Always thank God
They don't seem to forget shit
I give love, but if I give love
I need it back take my shirt off, but if
I take my shirt off, i need it
I get that work put in work
Now your face up on that t-shirt like
(Now your face up on that t-shirt like)
Lil niggas gon' do wrong
I just hope that
a flash
So you scream and you shout
You live by an algorithm
But it moves too fast
You get caught in another system
You can't make it last
You're so hot
tiie dye t-shirt
You’re not complicated
I’m elated
Light and get faded
Like your tie dye t-shirt
Your psychedelic mind
(Like your tie dye
(Drink the juice by the liter)
That boy Vonn talking bout'
He want to come off me in my mood
I'm tryna let the spirit move
Slide
Dickie fit when we
that nigga
Take my thirty eight special and red shirt that nigga
Y'all better tell, 'cause I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that
Oh, that I
Could bend my tongue outwards
Leave your lungs hurting
Tucking my shirt in
Pants I wear so well
Cross your t's, shirt smells
Worse
remember me by the blood
By the blood by the blood on your shirt
You know I come from dirt
You will remember me by the blood
By the blood by the blood!
I
More poetry by Galal El-Behairy
The FLcNNEL Shirt
Your letter's tucked away
in the sleeve of a flannel shirt:
it flies towards you
and greets
Chop his head off (yeah), stop by his mama's and drop his head off (yeah, yeah)
I'm with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, "I'm with Adolf" (yeah,
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
gotta to be clean!
I gotta be clean!
It's healthy and keen!
I gotta be clean!
Yes sir!
I start each day
By brushing my teeth (brush, brush)
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
slide
Fuck a drive-by nigga, we do backdoors
We only do a drive-by nigga if it's gun smoke
Helicopters fly by
Nigga don't know where to go
His shirt it
what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
The Gs come out when the sun goes in
from uptown, so I know you gon' let us stunt, nigga
I know you see the jewelry, it's berserk and on shine
I know you see the bulge under the shirt
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