Lyrics:
the doors of your life
Yeah, the women and the wine are just gigs you left behind
They ain't gigs when they's your life
Hellfire is a-bawlin' like some baby
started this gig?
I wish the real world would just stop hassling me
Do you?
Do you?
And me
Well, I wonder what it's like to be the head honcho
I
when we started this gig?
I wish the real world would just stop hassling me
Do you?
Do you?
And me
Well, I wonder what it's like to be the head
ain't got no gigs
Ain't got no gigs, I ain't got no gigs
If you want to send me somethin', make it a two dollar rig
She's up in new york city tryin'
like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball out like the clan
Gig and we booted, I'm sayin'
Rollin' the green
I got a plan
I'm gonna get big
Fuck your whole click
That shits just a gig
I'm getting real tired of all of the fakes
I Dont care about you
Yea dont
been
The days we never got to spend
Run the school with all my friends
Dance with her at senior prom
Sing until our lungs give up
Every gig, every show,
on
You her will see so full of glee
Stuck up at the Blue, up at the Blue Lion
So come away without delay
Where fun you may rely on
Such songs, such gigs
Got my first gig off of that I was looking at a bid off of that
My nigha ain't switch we off of that burn down the spot got off of that
When I found
Tonight we gonna hit the gig like top class toys
Trust me its got to BOOM like them White House grooves
At last them dawgs on their way here to pick me up
First you hated on the click
Now they fucking with us
You just running up ya gigs
When we run the bill up
If we've been through some shit
Get
is anybody free?
Why can’t I make a living selling beats or playing gigs?
Are you a casualty of a bad society ?
I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired
I used to walk with Gig
When she would buy her clothes
We hold hands through the woods
To the hidden bungalow
There sheâ#128##153#d find her friends
that booty bouncing tho
I ain't really widdit if u ain't givin' a good show
Aye, go ahead n hit ya gig shawty
Go ahead and do ya thang n pop that thang
Gig?
Bandz in dei'm Text, aber wer singt ihn mit?
Sogar Friends rufen "next!", ich komm' her und schrei mit
Deine Gang is so whack, is nicht mehr, wenn
Dunno who you think you"re shitting
Get a hold, get a gripping
Don't find keep digging
The game keeps rigging
The gig's up, the gig's in
In my face stop
know I'm grown
So trust me there won't be no problems
Just give me the keys to the whip
Got a gig later on
So I might not come home
Just left
vivo in after
Cuore d' acciaio robot gig
La testa che fuma per i miei pensieri da manicomio
Tu che vuoi entrare si nella mia vita ma senza ticket
Vendi
Dunno who you think you"re shitting
Get a hold, get a gripping
Don't find keep digging
The game keeps rigging
The gig's up, the gig's in
In my face stop
of drummers
The bass players sponsor
The girls handing out the Capri samplers
Every disaster gets a charity gig
And every charity gig is a disaster
Too many
Step Pon the tar
Wid me bankrobba clarks
Every gyal drop draws
When the don walk pass
Fi tek a boy gyal
Dat a easy task
Mek gyal head a spin like gig
shit, hooking lips and home made gig poles
What happen to them boys way back in them woods?
Grew up some got a little distant
Them boys stand strong
somehow
Do the things about the gigs that you were have today
Do the things you like today
Do the things about the gigs that you were have today
Do
at the gig
Ratchet bitch shakin ass in front of kids
Ratchet bitch shakin ass for some cash
Ratchet bitch shakin ass after class
Ratchet bitch shakin ass
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