Lyrics:
your yearly report
We are talking about di dancehall fraternity
And all di drama and beef that happen tru di year
And in other news
Wi have a man weh
Good evening ladies and gentleman
Dis is Neily Blnz with your 2020 yearly report
And right now we are live on lock dung pop dung sitten sitten
The year start off with a laughter
Mi swear wi dun wid corona
But it look like seh it roll over
New variant mi seh di ting a get stronger
Yearly report
the mood for the yearly thing we do
For the yearly thing we do
Everything you wanna know is in the back
Everything you wanna say is not as bad
Every night
Bumper stickers on her Camry
Disney lady
Heads to Florida twice yearly
Loves the movies so dearly
Disney lady
Little dice on the rearview
Show tunes so
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas every day. Head straight to the bank and I'm gon pull your yearly Wage problem, problem, problem, problem,
Don't leave the chhaang. This longevity yearly Chhaang is lift up by the princess of the Moon.
Don't leave the chhaang. This longevity yearly Chhaang
oceans of dry ice
If I die, please give my body to science
Come back as a kitchen appliance
Oh, we miss him dearly
They'll say
We visit his grave yearly
can't even feel my palm
You a fuckin broke boy
Please don't come around my spot
All these fuckin clothes cost
More than what you yearly cop
Bitch I'm cold
yearly be my weekly spending money
Run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
Run it up
I'm deaf unless we talkin bout the money
Run it up a chef wit
real
Who knew, I like to cook topless
Labor Day is the yearly national tribute
A day for you to kick back and do nothing
Eat, drink, fart and watch TV
And I know you see this HD
I'm talking clearly
How many problems
We had more than hundred yearly
Every time that I say sorry
I meant that shit sincerely
like Sisyphus
Do the employee of the month
Get a yearly bonus
Is god driving Bentley or is he driving lotus
Are the pillows stuffed with feathers
Do they
nothin' you could say to me
Zero to 60 in 3.3
I'm racin, Need for Speed
I hear 'em talkin' bout me
But they don't need to speak
Ima just make your yearly
tried, and I mean really
So much life, dies every yearly, baby
Flashback!
Flashback!
We've been together the longest
Didn't know you at first
Then you
of time
We close our eyes and think of better days
Wish their fates were not already made
80 billion sent yearly to an early grave
To profit off their
I just counted up your yearly how the fuck I'm fallin off,
‘Member she was mine I fucked around and had to cut her off,
Call my shooter PG, watch him
yearly
People claim they miss him but I don't think they miss him dearly
Contacts still up in my phone, I'm reminded every day by Siri
Every time I think
gettin' tracked, Siri
Got trust in my luck blick by the funds gettin' the bags yearly
Still getting the bag yearly
Still getting the bag yearly
Still
talk once yearly
Boy who i know
Forget am ready
If you ain't getting money
Dem go pick at you
Forget story
Na who get money
Go fit safe am
So put
mad 100k yearly
Fake and fraud ugly boards keep them hoes From near me
Wait wait I'm say this shit again so you hoes hear me
Big bag and they mad 100k
thousand on a check to you yearly
I'ma fly you on a jet to me clearly
If you my bro you get blessed
If I don't know you get checked
If you my foe you get
Peter's yearly rampage
Who knows what to do
When you're soaked in blood after the holiday
We've got hazmat suits
Limbs and entrails dangle from the trees
slump
Sinking in the yearly slump
He dissolves
Midday slump
Right after the morning slump
Right before the nightly slump
Slump slump slump
Midday slump
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