Lyrics:
… closed down, ah, and I … went to the
foundry, only four blocks from the club and got a job doing the same kind
of work I was in East St. Louis. So
drug deals colder than december
That's what got my dad locked for like three winters
Hated on so long
Louis Armstrong
They gone keep this for them
also
People were like this, started talking about the ghost production
But that's how I got in the game
If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here
So
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
a pig with a bucket full of truffles in a French cafe
Like Louis Armstrong playing trumpet on the judgment day
Like a flying boat captain with an amethyst
on
You best believe he packin' Stretch Armstrong
Some kinda gat or thang on him
Hit you bullet rain storms
When you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain
reason, they listening
In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland
We getting it in son
Another bullet pass by, missed me
Wondering who plotting to get
the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
HONEY BUCKET:
Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi
Like cobalt cast and clean
I got a mojo felt
put it to ya boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big
Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout pickin' cotton in the farm
Mr. Slave Man
The harder they
and thighs no nuggets
Send you next to God if you touch it
I gotta get to the duckets
Need my chicken by the buckets
Breast and thighs no nuggets
Send you next
a killer, a lil' ass gee
See, I knew it wouldn't be long
They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin'
Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout pickin' cotton in the farm
Mr. Slave Man
The harder they
Yes I think I'm going blind
And I know how it should be
SUBMITTED BY: Angel Dust
HONEY BUCKET:
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast
I'mma Louis V steppa (Louis V)
I don't fold under pressure (I don't fold)
Tryna' keep it in the road tryna hold us together (Tryna hold us together)
have I been all my life
[Chorus]
I heard "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong
It brought a tear to my eyes
After all these years I finally
a killer, a lil' ass gee
See, I knew it wouldn't be long
They got your ass stretched like Stretch Armstrong
In the one-man cell, it got'cha thinkin'
Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I
muhfucka!
And they still ain't ready yet for a muhfucka!
Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on
I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store
It's
and contradictions
The horns of Louis Armstrong wrestle with the devil's
While fireworks compete with gunshots on a hot summer night
Back in the day, we made
Plugged sixteen shells from
A thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky and I spent all my buttons
On an old pack mule and I
Give it all to you like every dollar that I'm earnin'
Sophisticated me, I need that Clicquot by the curtains
Ice bucket tray with a sunny tan burnin'
She
think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions?
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked
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