Lyrics:
is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert Mooney
black and white
The greatest congregation you ever seen
Little Jimmy and Bill Monroe own the stage tonight
Ole Hank Williams and Minnie Pearl right by my
my plans, ‘cause {because] really they gifts of God
Streets feeling my fashion, with a pasion when I dress
Girls giving me love, like call me when you
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
B's
school cuz I’ve been the man
Montreal 3 women tried rape me in Dorval
I ran out the bathroom lobby and locked both stalls
Thankful that it didn't commence
blazer Supreme, terno da Tommy
Eu to social igual Social Club, por dentro básico uma peita da Vlone
Beats By Dre me mandou uns fone
Verso informação, chame
Kai Chung, William Wong, and my younger brother Devin
Got like three to four cousins, uh
There should be more than seven
What's your role in
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
[Latoya Williams]
Ooooh...
Hi, my name is Latoya Williams
And this is a story about; my man
You see ladies, I had this man about, two or three years
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
bedroom
Listening to 3 shotgun blasts
She must have been praying
Please kill me now
I just can’t listen to any more
Of them shotgun sounds
To my way
call me again
When you see me shutting down mic
Blinded by the lights, dry your eyes
When the boat capsize three or four times
Not even Captain Jack
till that thirty clip empty
We got binary triggers on all of these glitzys
If I catch me a three he get hit with that semi
If you catch him in jail poke
in diamonds now she shining she don't need no stylist
Notice how I be wilding Amiri denim cost me three more thousand
How you think I got it I paid
time I drop
The hood telling me the streets is back again
One, two, three
If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them
and empty out the braids in the center
U.P.T. fader remember
Follow me, follow me,
Follow me now bitches we be some Hot Boys...
Run up on the three
These fuck niggas ain't in my bracket
3D printin' Now da 4-5 plastic
I told my kids I was bound to make it happen
I'ma get them off the hood like
stand on one leg
Make it barrel like a dog for me
Eddie Murphy ain't got nothing on it
I'm like lions in the jungle hitting it doggystyle raw homie
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
I was young but I was wrong
(Damn)
Took the shorter route
And I mossed it
I'm going long
(I'm headed)
Haven't talked to Murphy
I pray that she
B-B-Bankroll got it
Uh, I stand by my word, don't back-paddle (unh-uh)
Fetti longer than an ostrich Adam's apple (an ostrich?)
Give me my 'speck
can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna
frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's,
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