Lyrics:
There ain't nobody this side of heaven gonna get me on my knees
I'm three times seven and that makes twenty one
I'm wild an woolly and full of flees,
much
You want too badly
You want everything for nothing
In the land of mass frustration
The judges are sleeping
Counting woolly little lawyers
bye nigga
When we creep
I give respect to all my woolly niggas with the Rolex
Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets
Especially when my
creep
I give respect to all my woolly niggas with the Rolex
Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets
Especially when my royalty check is late, I
bitches wildin'.
If he know like I know tell that nigga be quiet.
[Tyga]
Ugh. Well its that big woolly monster pull up,
pull up on your bumper mothafucka
a federal judges wife
They don't want to recognize this old familiar face
I'm just a bad reminder of their wild and woolly days
All my old flames have
Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
Move, every
Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
Move, every
In the middle of the earth in the land of the Shire
Lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire.
With his long wooden pipe,
Fuzzy, woolly toes,
I woke up in the mornin', I'm still flat on my back
Couldn't move a muscle like I had a heart attack
The night was wild and woolly
Didn't think
write nobody and then
I wrap myself up in my woolly coat
And I blind him with my pen
'Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink
Everything's
he'll get
A rusty old halo skinny white cloud
Second hand wings full of patches
A rusty old halo skinny white cloud robe
That's so woolly and it
I woke up in the mornin', I'm still flat on my back
Couldn't move a muscle like I had a heart attack
The night was wild and woolly
Didn't think
I work up in the morning
Still flat on my back
I couldn't move a muscle
Like I had a heart attack
The night was wild and woolly
Didn't think I'd make
in a leather bound book
And I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook
And babe
It seems
I work up in the morning
Still flat on my back
I couldn't move a muscle
Like I had a heart attack
The night was wild and woolly
Didn't think I'd
brought here ah ah ah
I'm the talk of the town
Her batty looking mad when she walking around
Approach her, woolly hat lean to the side
Toking a zeggae, lean
get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes fiery red
Feet made of brass
Twelve men following me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smash the big
we're outchea doing stick-ups
She's my getaway driver
Hanging out the window, I love the thrill
I love the feeling
You can tell it's me 'cause
My woolly
woolly
Hat lean to the side
Brown skin babe I fell in love with the cocoa
And these niggas got me moving kinda loco
The beef gets cooking nah we don't hide
through the pictures in a leather-bound book and
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook
My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they
through the pictures in a leather-bound book and
I found a woolly lamb dozing in an issue of blood
And a gilled Jesus shivering on a fisherman's hook
your woolly wild hair
You'll never get him out of there
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