Lyrics:
defense hit
I don't a give a fuck bout shit
Running like I'm Marshawn Lynch
Running like I'm Marshawn Lynch
Let me just slow down a bit ,
So you can
machine
Life of a giant, but who needs size when you wack and your team's soft
Drag your girl down this hill 'til she admits that it feels like she's
damn man, I think I just killed my mom man
You, you
Naw, naw I ran up in there man and this lady I saw her
Lynch
I was high an everything man just
gun up but I think keep peep this game now
To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' with Bone
Swing widda clip tight clan
It's all eternally
Say I can't do it by myself
And I just lean on em
Hoe shut yo mouth
Before I go and put that beam on em
We wet em up and hit that skirt
No we don't
gun up but I think keep peep this game now
To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' with Bone
Swing widda clip tight clan
It's all eternally
believe in me label,
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down
Just for the love of money yeah,
For the love of the wasteland Claire,
For the love that
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
yeah and ya don't stop the Brotha Lynch in the house ya don't stop
yeah and ya don't stop hoes keep giving up that cock
'cause
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military
My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
a quarter 'til nine
So by 10:15 I got my dick on her spine
Relax, recline, roll somethin nigga
Hit this shit, blaze it up, now raise it up
The grip
Wall Street Journal analysis
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers
Banking system with my
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
more to this?"
I was unsure, yet still shut down the shit
"Oh, but we want you to be, you're both so cute
When one looks in the other's eyes the whole
BEDEMIR: Bring her forward.
WITCH: I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch.
BEDEMIR: But you are dressed as one.
WITCH: They dressed me up like this.
CROWD:
Up on the Hill
There's an old cul-de-sac
Where I finally learned how to pray
Surrounded by all
Of the brothers and sisters
That I made while
think I'm gonna stop
LYNCH ME
If you wanna see me hang it up
CRUSH ME
Because I'm never giving up
END ME
Cause’ I can never get enough
[Santino
playin backyard
So its a shame you chopped her up Lynch
But life is hard
And Im not her bodyguard
Goddamn this steak is charred
Pass me the whisky
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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