Lyrics:
You mention wedding ring like it's a bad thing
Your father walked away at five, hell of a dad thing
Marriage is somethin' that Sandi never had, Drake
That I'm doin' well
By the sound of my voice
What'd you expect
Baby when you left
You left me no choice
Sun comes up sun goes down
This ol' world
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
to the show, for hot dogs and nacho's
This me and Dirt Dog's style, it's not yours
[Chorus 2X}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What can make a hoe, look more cuter
But,
' boys gettin' lovin' on the run
Just a few ol' boys gettin lovin' on the run
Now they all have families of their own
And we still sit by a fire and drink
Tennis chains, VVS, this neck froze, yeah
I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah
Off-White, 350s, I put it on, yeah
Louis Vs and Botte', I put it on,
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
'bout to wreck shop
This c-note off dead body
Smokin' and leanin' nigga,
Stackin' paper foo, you know what I'm talkin'?
Man, I'm larger than life
Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
Ain't no shame in this game, I'm gonna break it down and beg like Johnny
can't stop us
Tha ghetto got me stressing, I'm getting tired of tha same ol' grind
Got me praying for a blessing, I'm tired of watching everyday go by
Tha
afraida' him
He don't scare me none
I'm just a heedin' ol' Jim
Now the first limb on that big ol' pine
Is more than thirteen feet
But at this speed and with
Ya know my daddy always told me
This road'll never lead ya nowhere
Them ol' guitars and good feeling women
Ya thank they'll get ya somewhere
Lord
in
Only liked one of my ladies
Told me i don't wanna leave this world without babys
Momma use to tell boy you gonna make it
All you gotta do is just
Uh, fuck goin' on?
Like, what you want? (This a Kashflow production)
Uh, like what you want?
Uh (run it back Playboi)
We need beams and Yerc',
the same
(Fo' sheezy, baby)
Wherever we go
I set rules in this game, I pop my bra, I claim fame
I do my thug thesis, got the world singin' speak of me
I do
And the heart you stole away
The day we met
under this ol' hat's
Two arms that long to hold you tight
And boots I'd walk the soles off of
To be here by
And say, "Hey we gotta rethink strategy here,
Y'all are doin too much killin!"
Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe
There'll be another child dead by the end of this
Has this ol' world lost its god damned mind? It's been so long, since we were doing alright So hold me tight tonight
Ya I need you right here by my
you
From the troubles of the world
And this sounds like such a silly thing
But if I could, I'd fly you away
On a big old pair of wings
And if I had
Come see the life again.
This is a song about connection with our ancestors, whose atoms surround us and form part of us. Perhaps they are close by
fake ass Wanksta girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin'
down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear
Fuck it there, let me
squared up this time
Used to be a girl like from another world, once in a lifetime passin' by
Now this way she's gone and, whoa, that trip you're on,
world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin' on, spinnin' 24's, openin' up Bentley doors
Drunk at the party, hands up in
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