Lyrics:
a flying honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly
Pack up and fly away
(as sung on 'Big Band Week' by Casey Donovan: Winner of Australian
these bars like a nine unleadin'
So Pearl Jam with a perfect Ten
Like Spinal tap turned up to eleven
Rode twelve speeds even past thirteen
But there can
smellin' like the fuckin' bar
From the looks of the watch, he must be sellin', boy
All this money homie must be a d-boy
Buy 'em by the two's, talkin'
a twelve gauge to the brain?
Arguments with my boo is true
I spend mo' time with my niggas than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thin', that's
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga, motherfuck you
Buddy, I can split a twelve-pack (you know that's right)
I won't leave you by yourself, Jack (no, sir)
You know I got your back
And I know you got mine,
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
cart
And all the hoods you bangin you slangin for you bar
Cause ain't no tellin what's gonna happen after dark
Twelve o'clock, in the car, on the ?
Bout
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
games, I gotta make monopolies
MoneyMarti in the mix, gold bars when I spit,
I keep my eyes on the target, man y'all be talkin' regardless
Want the rubies
H and R blocks
Alumni yeah I'm from the school of hard knocks
Looking out for the twelve Roger Staubach
No cafe but we had them hard rocks
For
nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars
[Rza]
Yeah!
Freight trains and passenger cars
They're blowin' right by
His pedal is through the floor
But so is mine
Twelve gauge is loaded full
He ain't
ball beautific Betties get blown
Bar Mitzvah for the blacklist
Iced ceramic wrap her wrist
Watch the fur blitz around her curveness
Blue bottle bubbles
Oscars bar and grill
The crowd was bark'n so I played Jerry Jeff walker and the tip jar started to fill, get it
I was about two minutes in to pissing in
tucked in my Amiri
Focused on my bank roll blue faces all I carry
Never with the same hoe swear my roster legendary
And you is my sons baby shower shirt
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
won't be my last day (uh)
Models by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is
don't mourn for the dead, nigga we pour bottles
Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos
Started with Similac powder in a baby bottle
Yughck, the formula is
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
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