Lyrics:
knows why'cain hep why'seff wit dat crazy muthafucker '
' you like dat, but jes' hang on a lil' longuh...he be droppin' de wad putty soon now!
Rhonda:
sad and lonely since the day I left her side
But today I got her letter said she'd be my Cajun bride
Gonna go and wed my Cajun baby and live by
Rolling Stone reveals is just hype for the tour
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by
teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just
gon' put you in the grave
Put you in your place
Talking like you know some things
Every single day
I'm tired of the fucking hate
But it never goes away
the hatters goodbye
Ou
We gonna shine
I’ve got the ice by my side
Ou
I'm with my slime
We making noise all the time
Ou
I’m making this bread for real
Call it
and gloves, I'm not hearin that
It's all love maybe if you want to rub baby
Anything but that, step back lady
Trademarc, John Cena, clubbin it up
We got
wanna know
I never wanna wake up feeling this alone
But as long as you got my heart
I feel I'll be okay
In the dark I see the light of day
Maybe we could
you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether
So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top,
But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop.
And not only that,
Step, step, step,
just ask
G-Shock watch, flooded with the black diamonds
Louboutin's with the spikes is for weirdos
I'm hood nigga, I don't wear those
Still a dapper
motherfucka, get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist (Yes)
Yep, I'm a motherfuckin'
with the yuh cause my head is dense
Celebi how I'm moving round in past tense
Celebrity but I just smoked outside
I'm on the corner just for the vibes
shouldn't tryna to be bool
If you really bool then you bool ay
Whats poppin
These old heads they trap off the block
But young niggas trap out the school ay
ass nigga)
Yeah, I took all my old jewelry back and upgraded to baguettes
Yeah, I used to be broke, but I'm rich now, I know you heard that
Yeah, I
The sneaker heads would be like "Ah, he got the Velcros"
I'm gonna rock some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for
hoping some kind of
Luck get passed your way
But it's me that's seeing
The green everywhere
This ain't Patrick's Day
But that's okay, cause you just
I swear that this gonna hit and this just the intro legit
I'm ready to start up this engine we whippin a V6 up out of the trench
And homie is whippin
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
A few red lights, a few old beds
We
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
said that you're going to leave but don't go by what you heard, just love me till death we can rest in my hurst.
And no I ain’t perfect
But I’m worth
I'm Rolling palm leaves
I'm vibeing, part Filipino
And I'm part Hawaiian
You may be an Island boy
But not from my island
Saying that you're from here
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