Lyrics:
Christmas, it's merry
Pussy nigga, get popped like a cherry
Sending slugs, yea they call me Gary
Got 'em singing to this Lil Aryie
They singing to me
They
En la bolsa tengo un gary
Con mis babys quiero un party
Desde miami hasta cali
En mi casa el after party
En la bolsa tengo un gary
Trepate,
I'm comin' back
Return, mane
Straight from hell straight from the end of the world
And Gary's waiting at end days
My homies waiting at end days
My
Don't name him Gary
I knew a Gary in school
He tried so hard to be cool
But kids can be so cruel
When I knew Gary
He liked climbing trees
So Garylein
Du wirst sehen, der kleine Spaziergang wird uns gut tun
Ja
Feine Schnecke
Ich geh mit Gary und die Sonne, die lächelt
Plötzlich
here they just don't care for you
15 scandles altercations
Make the world appalled
But we can't be and we won't be too soon
Looking through gary
Gary's doing hard time
Jamie's in the desert and Brently's bought a gun
I saw an old photograph, all that I could do was laugh
And scratch my head in
jam on
[Gary Clark Jr.:]
People keep on learnin’
Soldiers keep on warrin’
[Beyoncé:]
World
[Gary Clark Jr.:]
Keep on turnin’
‘Cause it won’t to be
Gary Golf stops all the clocks
With night nurse slippers and socks
He tries to keep this thoughts clean
By washing with Listerine
A little peck
more toys
Hit the lot by the grocery store
To me way, hay
Tow them away
The Lincoln Park Pirates are we
From Wilmette to Gary
There's nothing so
on
After that you wanna serve your lady daddy long
Taking a cone of Gary Clark Jr. Was pivotal
Me and Bouriqua told him, "careful this strain is critical"
Gary Payton in meinem Jibbit leb am Limit
lande den nächsten Hit lande ich mal in der Kiste
wenn die Cops komm ja dann drift ich wie ein Civic
Oma
more
Next thing you know, I have the IRS knocking at my door
I got my man Gary and his Pops
I got my man Gary in his Pops
I got my man Gary in his Pops
When they get back from the club
They play City of the Dead
What 'appened to young Gary Shaw?
He played for Villa
He don't play for them no more
rapping thing again:
Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
We're all singing I have the mouth
rapping thing again:
Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
We're all singing I have the mouth
rapping thing again:
Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
We're all singing I have the mouth
The phone rings in Gary's flat:
"Can I speak to Mr G. Staid, please?"
He hangs up and takes Tony the milk
"See you in the Hat And Fan at seven"
Gary
rapping thing again:
Marco, merrick, terry lee, gary tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
We're all singing I have the mouth
rapping thing again:
Marco, Merrick, Terry Lee, Gary Tibbs and yours truly
In the naughty north and in the sexy south
We're all singing I have
dream
Forever
[Spoken]
The phone rings in Gary's flat:
"Can I speak to Mr G. Staid, please?"
He hangs up and takes Tony the milk
"See you in
Mama, I'm a rockstar like Van Halen
Smokin' on Gary Payton
I ain't gon' ventilate it, see y'all gon' ball
But y'all ain't gon' ball like Hayden
Sally came home today
Didn't have a whole lot to say
Just thumbed the Saint Jude around her neck
Took a drag off her cigarette
Gary's still
like Obie
When I die, motherfucker can't clone me
Be the best of my time 'cause you won't be
Imma slimy motherfucker, no Gary
Stuffin' nuts in her mouth
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