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some pots and tools they made by hand
Spreading out to distant lands

So follow the glory of this reign
Follow the carnage and the pain
Follow the beauty

Ain't no need for all them negative vibes, ya feel me

I don't really play but i'm in the game
I'm in the mood to celebrate
I've got the tools

tool, ah no dutchie pot, fool (hot)
Hot tool pon yuh belly, act cool (hot)
Him a runner so give him a track shoes (yo) 

Killing a sin, ah nuh sittin'

Young nigga keep dat tool
Young nigga keep dat tool
Use trap everyday after school
Use trap everyday after school
Young nigga keep dat tool
Young

Kuz I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I love pot!
I’m so hot bitch
With the squad bitch
Yea we

you want my cooch pot
Cause I got that cooch pot 
Do you want my cooch pot 

Come outside 
I'm by the car
Ain't got no panties on 
I know, I'm so

A.O.B up off the lot
T.H.C up out the pot
I'm the hove with the rock
That then came up out the pot
You can whip it until it locks
It'll only get u by

AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many

a tool
Ya nigga me too

Pull up in a 2 do coupe
Woah
Never should have dropped outta school
You a fool
I was riding around feeling so cool
Picked it up

Wait, bitch who you foolin' huh?
I keep the tool it go duh-duh-duh
I keep the tool it go duh-duh-duh
Wait, bitch who you foolin' huh?
I keep the tool

sitting, Bob was a fool
But folks are ignoring our scientific tools
Look around see the troubles we’ve got
Our planet is becoming Bob’s hot pot

When will

My groot ouma bly daar by ons in die huis
Daar na jou kamer, o sy's lekker tuis
Maar Ouma se kamer het bedompig geruik
Want Ouma het geglo om die pot

I'mma entrepreneur
Slide through and plug hundred blocks I perform
And collect this drug money
Pot never full
Pedal to the floor
With a bitch you

love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
The key

fuck with unc', he's super cool
Nigga tried to sell me a set of tools
I told him, "Unc'
They make the type of tools I use
Tools I got'll make a nigga

Ayy, let the pot bubble in this bitch
I got some real ones in the cut
Don't start no trouble in this bitch
Ayy
Let the pot bubble in this bitch
I got

off
Dubai to Thailand, she bringing her friend I'm fucking my hoes by the two (Yea yea yea)
I open my window, throw pots and pans and sleep in

Book a room
Book a room
Book a room
You a tool
You gone lose
You gone lose
Book a room

Devin booker with a fuckin tool
Jason mask, a machete too

Uhh uh avoid retro

Nigga yeen no fool
Better keep shit cool
Don't change my mood
Might fuck around and up my tool
Nigga yeen no fool
Better keep

Only Tools and Corpses

Gorerotted

Only Tools and Corpses

2004

Only tools and corpses in an easy game
I find live people and I play with them
I love a scaloel or a stitch or too
And the way they cry

Cause I'm really that smooth
Got nothin' to lose in this bitch
And we get up by four tools
Niggas know that they can't swim up in that water
I've been

gone (There it gone)
In the pot, I whip me up a Don (Up a Don)
In traphouse, jumpin' up like Carter
Ain't no tools (Tools)
Tryna put my arms through

Murphy´s Pimp Pot

Yeah yeah ya

If you don´t know my name
I go by the name of Murphycat (Murphycat )
The flyest crypto cat on this planet
Ain´t no

being dark and gloomy like Scooby doo
I can't wife no fool
Imma rock it
Pull out tools
Fuck the class and  fuck the rules
Man I never seem to lose
Never