Lyrics:
hoes by 6 pack
Hit em wit da get back
Don’t know where he get dat
Said he bout it, he can’t get his shit back
Can’t nobody fit dat
His bitch so we
can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We was on Scottsdale Inn by Jay's
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad
told me I don't gotta worry 'bout that little boy
Went behind my back did more than flirting know what they was doing
Yeah I was out of your league
Bitch
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story "True Romance"
Mary Magdalene from a pole
I'll see the sun again
But tonight...I am...The Little Drummer boy
Tonight...I am...the one who will destroy
The secrets never told before
sailin'
The way I bring it to ya hon
Leave another stuck my scoop is how I get it done
There goes the little drummer boy so purumppapumpum
It's Grand Puba
these rappers by their fates
And throwing their destinies out into that lake
And as the earth shakes, and as the snakes eat
I found my birth place
both plenty and good, boys
And maybe we'll butcher a fat little stray
It's on through Nanango, that hard-bitten township
Where the out-of-work station
the morning
I'm the gym or the jet already
Yo bitch trying to fuck
But I made my bed already
New goat boy billy want a billion
When I get Milli I'm a put
(Jivin', real smoove, real tight, bring it back to the one
Side chain the bass to the drum
The ti-ti pum-pum
Little drummer boy
Bring it to your face
Besides that cusp
Turn right, I clutch
I've got one more thing to say
I've been amiss for the summer
They call me little drummer boy but bitch I ain't one,
Woke up early brought the toys, and a map
Rarely scrap, get the gains, drummer boy
Now I'm high so I can see them, clouds above us every ceiling
Every
Boy that shit come with a helluva price
I be feeling like gunna
Don't ever fuck with no rats
Most of my brothers some shooters
Surrounded by gunna's
to nowhere
And everything
All Night
All Night
She'll be searching for love
All Night
Same little girl
Different drummer boy
She doesn't even know
He admires
on Christmas Day he's
Beatin' the pussy up on Christmas Day
He the little drummer boy the way that he beatin'
You woulda' thought he was starvin' the way that
nothing to say
I'm just a young man tryin to make one more day
To all them bad boyz no they don't mess with me
Cause we used to have a drummer
The boy
Did roads done
That's how the checks came in
Many packs now
It's just a featherweight ting
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by
God don't make no mistakes
Little do they know when I was brought up into this game
Point ain't always in a vibe for spitting I made a change
Like
problems inside of my mental
I probably turn rich and go killer
She keep on calling me Andre
I’m tripping Cus I’m not them boys
From the villa
I’m wilding
the lights
Like a little drummer boy you make my heart beat so fast
Let's meet under the mistletoe "n" share that kiss at last
I wanna be that special gift
Yeah Yeah (Yeah)
Footz the drummer on the beat (Ah!)
The khaotic way
She keeps blowing up my phone
And she keeps texting me
She follows me like
of the year
When little drummer boys
Bang their rhythm with care
Come on, come on, come on and give up some love
Singing with the choirs and ringing some bells
I'm telling you, honest to God, for me personally, I want every single Christmas song to get MeTooed. Every single one of them. The Little Drummer Boy
to pass the time
But little did you know
While you were telling jokes that time passed you by
Now you a second thought in the back of the head of a major
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