Lyrics:
niggas while I'm paper chasin'
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse in ya mouth
longingly trace how your banner over me was just love?
Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth
For Your love, sweet love of mine, is better than wine
The dosage was open for debate
The party with the python in the shower
Heather with the henna on her hands
Once we started mixing it with sodium
its mold
(Said imagine Mary Jane)
Five years old, Behind a closet door
(Not living by his name)
Justice lost, innocence abused
(But I've denied for
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
behind the fang-span
Greenhorn, he just wanna help
His hammers harmonize
Stowed in hell's cargo by the spark
In those Wells Fargo eyes
And famine wasn't
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
(Skoal) by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark La-Po Music/Chris Clark Publishing Designee.
New Lyrics (Stoled) by Cledus T. Judd, Bruce Burch, Dan Saranana,
doesn't
Just let him have his way with her
He should have a dozen regrets by now but the
Look on his face isn't one of regret
He smothers her, gets in
I can't be yo Superman
No, I can't be yo Clark Kent
And I don't have a ring Like Alan Scot
It wasn't sent
I'm not the flash, I couldn't catch you
You
Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)/Music Genesis (ASCAP)
Well, I start runnin' a fever
Every time he opens his mouth
She's been gawkin' at Jackson
Ever since his
elevators
Yeah
Named em vibrator
Kisses right by the navel
Netflix no cable
Din din on the table
Named em vibrator
Suckin’ my nipples in Naples
off all his clothes,
he puts on a suit and tie;
he takes off all his clothes,
and kisses the clouds in his window,
with his lavender lipstick on,
bumps, tryin to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound
Heather B, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your
off
Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
It's like
The way he got his wealth,
But chiefly for his wish that he
Might drink my noble health.
And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly
and low
As if his mouth was full of dough
Who snorted like a buffalo
That summer evening long ago
(As the Knight sings the last words of the ballad, he
problem child
Problem ta the devil and his child meow
Any my daughter Psalm a child of God
Ooh and my wifey ga be by my side yea
Ima bring her out no need
a car crash in a hurricane
(Bye-bye)
We're all gonna die (hahaha)
Connie got electrocuted
Manny went to war
Tony got eviscerated by a dinosaur
the palms, half the length of my arm
I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks
I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random
a merest sliver of a man.
Stooped to retrieve the platinum from his mouth I
heard halted hooves and the cry "MURDERER!"
*
Tiny cobles out at sea,
a black
Cause L frames is crack, popped out, nina one of his eyes
Can't come back home, they locked out
All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
Kept Beez
to the next next
Data-perforated counties making you upset-set
Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food
Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker
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