Lyrics:
use it, man he never had a choice (a choice)
Keep drummin' little drummer boy, keep drummin' little drummer boy
To the rest, good riddance, here's
yeah)
Ten, by ten, by ten, only three of us
And we passing women, like we passing drinks, can't compete with us
Rum pum pum pum little drummer boy
We just
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
I'm on all bullshit, Andre Drummond, all the static he get beat like a drummer
Chain fake, but I can't tuck em, small circle where I came, fuck 'em
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
(Intro)
In the words of Curtis blow.
Up in the Bronx where the people are fresh. Was born a funky drummer who had to pass a test. Now he's
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
Stupid, stupid love like cupid
I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it
Little baby, pa rum pa pum pum (O-o-o ooh)
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pa pum pum
I
the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo, deuce
drummer
Butterflies in the backseat
Little footprints on my window
Parkin' my Chevy by the riverside
And four letters in a heart carved in a pine
Fuck a Milli' now I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute think about it that's a Billi' (Woo!)
God damn, boy you know I'm puttin' in
White powder, mayo spread get the toast
Dope daddy bring the mink for the snow
Push them T's but I get it by the O's
You been blessed by the sick
need a tag to be hunting you
Drake with a drum sitting next to me, but pussy boy I am not a drummer
Motherfuckers keep on testing me, don't they know
no Robin Williams it's flubber
Witness the come up Novacaine to what they say, attitude numb up
Bands like drummer, post in the D I'm like Drummond, I
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
the park bench to start this
Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
All my brothers from my momma but Andre is just the same
Ain't no uno, we a duo, deuce
There's a man across the hall
Who sits starin' at the floor
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in
Mrs. Jones maiden name Susan Roberts
Danny Jones her husband loving nice
Their second boy named for her father Casey
Middle name William, and no
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
okay. How 'bout Little Drummer boy?
Nope, that offends short people.
And you can't say drummer 'cause that will offend real musicians.
How 'bout
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