Lyrics:
fucked a thousand bitches and her girlfriends
White leather, hot new pair of rims
Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair-pin
Big work, we don't need
done with you hoes
N-W-O
Money growing farms, gotta get your figures up
Gotta grow an arm fore' you pull your niggas up
Spend it on a bond money,
west he'd ever been is Ohio.
He's talking at me, says he's looking for work
and he don't mind getting some dirt on his shirt,
And would I be so kind
problem child
Care package incomplete
Control freaks of the industry rule
Number four thousand and
Eighty one too many children killed in school
Work away
on our farm
Nation wake up
No man can save us all
Our lives are wasted
Information we all should know
Born into existence
Sold by dirty thieves
Banned
work, feeling like dirt
Feeling like you don't care
We get a room and in her gloom
She lights a cigarette
Clothes on the bed, "love me", she said
I
standing around
I'm chilling with Nice and Smooth with my Phat Farm outfit
They say what's up Rick what's up good to see you out kid
Where the party
a little of a twist? in and out here comes the .9
Cause it's puttin' in work time
And gon' see a fuckin' catch you punk Slob slippin'
I'm a B.G.
So I'm
strangers
Top rap don, 'cause Daddy-O got me the dice game
It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald
Pack your work, move your plans to VA
Heat on the lock
tastes like cigarettes so I jump right back on the phone
They said, "The woman you with is late for work"
I said, "God dammit this is just like home"
It
mess
A village of death, Fenrir's cold work
Of entrails, bones and flesh
The people they fought in vain for their farm
Wolven hunger got fed
After
First naked lady I ever saw
Was that tattoo on my uncle's arm
Daddy's farm that summer
He drove up and helped us build that barn
He rolled up his
on the roof
Stayin' awake till the dawn
A couple acres of farm, and a home filled with kids
My wife and friends to help me build a bridge
'And I've finally
a farm animal
don't panick its a insane maniac don't pay any attention
of course I got problems to many to mention
rappers comin up like "what you got
(Mark Erelli)
I met her on the farm on a hot summer night
I don't have to tell you it was love at first sight
It was a chance introduction by
mystery
How this town was born
It started with a couple farms
Then the mill and the general store
Ever since the work went south
And those wheels don't run
to her crib
6 in the morning, she sucks on my dick
She has a boyfriend, he must not love his bitch
Cause the way that she works it got me coming quick, ay
There's a child at your breast
Can't you work it out
Lay it to rest
Come into the house
There's a storm blowing in
We've only got one chance
Put your
farm house
Bout 45 miles south
And it's far enough out that
You can see the stars
Well nothing comes easy
So I work on the weekend
So someday we can
turns again
Bringing Microchips and social change
We came down from the farms and the hills
To work in Factories and Mills
To be the workshop
Got 2 Killa A Bay Farm, Don’t Pull-Up In The Same Car
Fulla Gun More Than The Police Station
Don’t Mek Mi Catch Yuh Like A Stray Dog
Yow Back
it,
Yea I been Putin work in,
When they were facing algebra I was facing these serpents,
Demons basically urging,
Me to set free the wolf I knew lied
Curving these bitties I don't need their titties
I got my own farm and I'm pet sitting kitties
You betting with fifties that I'll get the cities
You try
your kids kids kids got a farm
A bitch nigga chin needs a fist not a palm
When you niggas RIP you not missed where you from
And when you dead and gone
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