Lyrics:
on ya back
[Hook x2]
Yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You gotta track, what's the hook like
F is off the hook, right
We stole
would [C] read to us [F] from The Fam'ly [C] Bible
And we'd [F] count our many [C] blessings [G7] one by [C] one.
Refrain:
I can [F] see us [Bb] sittin'
what the f- you gonna do?
You know I see right through you (through you)
When you act like you don't know me (know me)
You lie (lie), you cheat
I been, Gonna let you know, bet I let you Know
What the F you Mean? Just doing You how you do me
What the F you Mean? I'm over all Your sorries
What
my problem by going from rags to riches
I deal with my problem by f****** b******
And i deal with my problem by not dealing with it at all
If anybody
ago,
D9 Dm6 Bm7-5 E7 A Edim E7
Good-for-nothing Sleep - y Head.
A G#7 C#7 F#7
Sleepy Head, see
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
found out by now
Spanky or the S K dont give a sh*t
Get the f*ck up off my nuts (uh huh) you crazy jealous f*cks ( oh oh )
Seems like your running out
Country Summer Saturday
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
Capo 3:
C/cm/F
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Ana ghir 3younik mal2it raya7ni w oli ya rit
Wlli temniti le2ito f orbak 7abibi
Yo, babyboi, yo, babyboi
Chella drabi f dehri, wakha hakak ga3 ma
Young Nino, f-ck a b**** in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B do, p-mp c, arpedo
I goes deep in that p****, Dan Marino
She wanna be
"Ok, sure. Uhh, by the way, what is this for?"
[Signing receipt]
[F2:] "Just so I could have proof for my friends that
I met the biggest fuckin'
me
But I live with my ex, f*ck
Wasn't impressed by the NBc player
Maybe ‘cus you went on a date
You found out he's lame?
Maybe ‘cus he's kind
Ooh baby
F*** a watch f*** a boss f*** who? You? Maybe
Ooh baby
F*** some top give me you yeah I need a lot baby
Ooh baby
F*** a pawn f*** a drop
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
in our way then you got f***** up
Get fucked up now f***** up now
Can ya get f***** up
Can ya get f***** up now f***** up now
Can ya get f***** up
Ugh
Keep your mind
Fals3tto
Colossians chapter three
Fals3tto
Fals3tto
Fals3tto
Ooh
Keep your mind set on higher things
Don't be blinded by the temporary
Keep your mind
Fals3tto
Fals3tto
Fals3tto
Fals3tto
Ooh
Keep your mind set on higher things
Don't be blinded by the temporary
Keep your eyes
turned a nigga into a mess
God damn f*** my Ex
I've got pain on my chest
Nigga I just wanna flex
I wanna relax
Depression turned a nigga into a mess
God
Feelin' like a F-14
Top gun
I'm a maverick
Prototype, 1 of 1
Feelin' like a F-14
Top gun
Nothing average
Prototype, 1 of 1
Feelin' like a F
still a
Faggot! Faggot! Faggot!
F-F-F-Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot!
F-F-F-Faggot! Faggot! Faggot! Faggot!
Aw wooh your still a Faggot JB
All I said is
a monster for the villains
For the lovers miskeen
I got legends in my team
Ronaldo Messy
dose not matter If I lose
By the End love wins
F
I
F
A
One love we
F C G
Pořád se mi hlavou honí co by nebo kdyby
F C G
Pořád se mi honí hlavou všechny moje
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