Lyrics:
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
Or are you wishin'?)
Before you wreck your own home (Wait)
Desert and love a new (Think about it) boy
Daggumit, who was that girl
(Who was that girl?)
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
floors
She took in washing and ironing
I want
I want
I want my boy to be somebody
After about 8 long years
That some came back home
He said mama I am
classy
Before that I make the whole street don't get nasty
Vision glam, bro we takin' keys, silver cash
Niggas never hear a story about a boy like me
Love
out here flexin'
When I done did it befo'?
And who is you to talk about this whip ain't mine
But you see a nigga in it with the top down?
Boy you
Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo
Abiyoyo, yoyoyo, yoyoyo
Once upon a time there was a little boy who
Played the ukelele. He'd go around town,
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Hey DJ play that girls song
Put that song on
If your money ain't long
Boi you better go on
Boy
Boi I got
that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You better ask somebody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
block
I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot
I'm that kid by the number spot
That's my past that made me hot
Here's my life long anthem
Can't forget about
cookie
When you see me better cross the street Frogger
Then go home and write about it blogger
Did I do that? Urkel
Yo Angela, who's The Boss? Merkel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
can't get hard ..
Oh, suck my dick mothafucka
Nigga you lied
Who you're talkin' to..?
Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut that shit
Hey yo yella boy
who died
Don't you dare laugh, 'cause that boy was I, no lie
On God, uh-huh
They say life's a bitch, but we break bitches down
Acid by the sheets,
still here, I don't sit back and complain about it
But now I'm the kid who's popping off so let me know what you think about it
That gas got you in
that a bitch)
Well, here's a low down
Coming at you Comptown, style
Ruthless and wild
That's shows and everywhere I go
So yo, for those who don't know
short
Back out so stand up
I’m lookin good, I roll the block
I’m all about that GDOD, hoe
Get dough or die say I ain’t getting it
Who told done told
of politics,
It's just a greasy big money stick
That's geared to run on tongues
So slick to make you think this is all there is
Boy you're lucky (You're stuck
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
people and sky people divided by machines
And the ones who had nothing
Were the ones who had the wings
The sky boy just wanted everything to be equal
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
thinking about this all day
All good, there's a reason that we called, Dave
let me start with your background
Where you come from?
Sure, I was undergrad down
through the comedy
I'm laughing at the wannabes, now move that ass the fuck away from me
Bye little boys, gots to go
I got my chika by my side, we going
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