Lyrics:
she won't.
I should have waited. No, I should have left.
Maybe she loves me, not.
The train arrived a little late,
you stood by the tracks.
You were
she won't.
I should have waited. No, I should have left.
Maybe she loves me, not.
The train arrived a little late,
you stood by the tracks.
You were
plaid
Yeah I got little plaques
But I got hella hoes
Dust Court raised, Sour Deisel smokin', Saratoga sold
Lamped up in the Ut
Shawdy lip lockin my Jones
Oh Lorry I love you so much
I don't know what I'd do if you weren't by my side
I love the glasses you wear to school
Those plaid shirts sure are cool
of the plan
But I can't wait to get back around That bonfire
With the little lady by my side
She's a hula hoopin hottie with a Coca cola body and I know in her
.
If you play that bullshit music,
you're gonna see her pass by your punk-ass.
But if you're offbeat is lazy, your mind a little crazy, she might call
Everybody take your seats and get ready
Whoopings being handed out one by one
You in the back first
Next time y'all act up, it's no mercy and I mean
school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
MY mom
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
In a church,by the face,
He talks about the people going under.
Only child know...
A man decides after seventy years,
That what he goes there
people really
Some people really are
She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle
Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure
Belaney by
along the way
First little fortune that I made I
Instantly lost on the stock market
The second I got cheated
By my business partners
It's only the third
see me now from 14 I bet I'd be proud
All my people say I'm holding it down
I'll sit back enjoy those little things, little things, little things uh
If
F*** Uh!)
Picking with the melodys like a jet and rocket
The people passing by they would stop and say
"Oh my God that little crazy boys could play"
Oh
Little Bobby's got a problem
A problem Bobby's got
Little Bobby's got a problem
A problem Bobby's got
The only thing he hates
More than people
pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so dang frosty
That people like, "Dang! That's a cold ass honky"
Rollin' in hella deep
pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."
Rollin' in, hella
rises
Surrounded by people still lonely
That's why you need disguises, well, probably
All the lonely people (Ooh, people)
Where do they all come from?
As you pounce on a mouse, we are
Cat People - Meow Meow Meow
With their little bitty claws on
Their little kitty paws
Get down with a round of applause,
little differ.
We hae tint our plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie,
Ha’s and mailins braid—but we hae a Geordie!
4.
Jocky’s gane to France and Montgomery’s
a little different since the pampers and the sippy cups
And people keep on telling me I gotta learn to divvy up
My future and my dream and what I think I
people (let's get weird)
I see a slick city boy with his fellas hanging by the bar
(Oh, get off the bar)
He got the money and the Benz but it don't mean
the glass eye squint
Fab five time out and the hide out kids
Honey comb collective and the tae-bo kick
Little Billy posted by the blinds loaded
No shit,
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