Lyrics:
more this stuff
Well it's
Hi-ho, hi-yo silver
Hi-ho, hi-yo silver
Hi-ho, hi-yo silver
Hi-ho, hi-yo silver
Hi-yo silver
Hi-yo silver away
Break:
You
church
Yea, uh uh uh uh
Yo, I preach through my raps
God is watchin me I still reach to my strap
Broads is watchin me they want to leech to my trap
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
(Beep)
Poppin' tags (tags, tags)
YSL (tags, beep)
Smokin' gas (beep, gas)
Can't you tell? (What? Beep)
The King and his men
Stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam
Yo ho, all
do
But by the time it comes it goes (Time it comes it goes)
Your love pushed back and your heart moved slow
Just quit lyin' baby (Lyin' baby)
I don't
neon light, reaching out for the bar to refuel minds
Works fine, coming up with funny insights, I feel like I should...swing
Surrounded by 10s like
Its still 7o'clock yo in the morning
I'm dragging myself and I'm still yawning
Can't settle for less my baby no way
All I gotta do is call out your
yo ho' hit the rear
Backstage pass, lick stick tied on the right tit
My hopes of gettin' licked, grab that ass and then hit
Hit, hard movin' wall
the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
First Verse
{Tec-9}
I'm sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
Make
Het vliegerlied by De Dikdakkers
Ik lig in het gras de lucht is blauwer dan blauw
Weg zijn alle wolken ik denk aan jou
Er vliegt een vlieger voorbij
Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho, yo ho, yo ho
So, try the life of a thief
Just sample the life of a crook
There isn't a boy
Who won't enjoy
A-workin' for
eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your
the crib to ourself
What should we do?
Hmm
It smells like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
Smell that yo
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
Smell that, come
In a cavern down by a canyon
Excavatin' for a mine,
There lived a miner from North Carolina
And his daughter, chubby Clementine.
Now every
(Yo e non ho mai speso euro
Per ciò che non mi serve
Esco nella bank
Con le braccia conserte
Entro nello studio con il sushi no bacchette
Come un
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
bitch gon' always turn around, yo, that's the crazy thing about them tables (yeah, yeah)
Nothing but drug mules in my stable (yeah, uh)
You either whip
it's easy to go back to
Fake nigga you in it for the ho's and dough
Cut yo lights off nigga see yo soul glow
I'm light skin so it's like I'm using soul
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance (ayy)
Same song, new dance, ho (man,
If they seen you in yo worst ways
And didn't leave that means they here for the long stay
That's forever love I forever love
But these ho's did me
yeah, that's Slim Shady
Pushing that D like Terry Flannery
Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn't handle me
You niggas buying Dapper Dan out the Gucci
a red coat
Hang that skank by the noose
Don't trip
Fuck up off of my ship
Screaming yo ho
My peg leg make me skip
All hands on deck
You scurvy dog bitch
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.
I'ma pull yo car, for actin' hard,
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
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