Lyrics:
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
Ain't the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big bone
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get
turned and scooted toward the stadium seating with Dino Sore in tow.
As they scuttled, they became increasingly aware of―what is that sound? A sweet,
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
On the Polar Express
You bet!
Wooo wooo the whistle blows
That's the sound of her singing
Ding ding the bell will ring
Golly look at her go!
You wonder if
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
a list of male actors who I thought were the hottest
It would be Mark Wahlberg, Chris Pratt, Nick Jonas, and Tom Holland
My mom says that when you call
down
Don't nobody make a sound you know
I spray it down if I catch you on my ground
I'm that nigga with that pistol
That hits you when you flex
I've been blessed by the Lord
I've been taken out the mud
Rocking Tom to the Ford
Cross on my neck, fly like a dove
Take the mic to the cord
Let
the wonderful times
I miss the feeling
I'm missing you by my side
I miss the feeling
The passenger seat in my ride is empty
But for you my heart is overflowing
out the house
Put in work under the radar
But I know they see me now
Tired of living in the gutter
Now I'm cleaning that bitch out
Feeling like I'm Tom
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
sound
From a small city where moves like this cant really be made (And that fact's)
Same vibes like "In The Making" I'm out here paving the way (Okay)
So
It???s a wonderful day today.
Toooo... Tooo Toot
Toooo... Tooo Toot
(train sound effects)
Our Charlie is playing in the garden, running like a train.
Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice
of such a lot of fools
Tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better
'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio
Wonderful radio
Marvelous radio
Wonderful radio
Tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel
Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice
written and composed by Ben Kohn Tom Barnes Gavin Jones
Peter Kelleher T. Jay
See I know it's been a while
Since I've been feelin' dry
I can tell
WISH
TOM QUICK ALEX BITTLES
GARY CONNOR DAVIDE BOCCI (DRAKE)
BACKING SINGERS: LUCY POTTERTON
RUTH SAVILL ADETOUN ANIBI
STRINGS: MILLENNIA
comfortable
I'm screaming serenity now searching for tranquility now
Far from those that pretend to be down
Through my mind I've ascended the sound
Of my rhyme
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