Lyrics:
to get faded until I faint
Fresh pair of Tims and I'm fly think I Ain't
A hoodie and I'm set D Slick Big Bank
Bev Boyz connect like Cal and Big Hank
Niggas
bitch
Boyz from my click got plans to be rich
Can't slip can't slide forty car with the grip
Red laser beam file shots make you flip
Broads need dick so I
callin on God
Sayin my name
Its like we on a three way call
I can be a savage
Grip you by ya throat and fuhk you slowly baby faster i can go
Wanna go
me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we
sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik, and up off my voice
Me and my boyz give us a choice how could you ever
Tell Sony that I was the only
why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
It's Boyz in the Hood, it's toys in the hood
Y'all wanna
x2]
[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol? ass, thick ol? thighs
Mrs.Trina, baddest bitch, that's right
Diamond princess running 3.0.5
I still
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
Spilling Henny on my Travis Scotts
When you've been hungry so long you embrace the feeling
Sooner or later Heroes gon' be replaced by villains
The apes'll
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: J-Luxx, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Come inside and ease your mind
I know you had a long
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Frederico Stefano Mpyo, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja,
Woo
Yea
Dèja
Dèja
He said I’m
William the whelp sat on his chest
He drank in the air and he ate up the rest
There were words to be said
And blame to be laid about
Why are all dead
Let the hard times go by and the sun rise
When I'm flying high (High)
Feeling like young William Wallace (Wallace)
Ain't no novice, gotta keep it
"Thanks Joseph, awesome music, uh, that was a good idea"/spoken by Dr McPherson in early april 2020)
(Verse: From "Cuse freestyle"/written late april
by boy you better duck
How the fuck you want a ring but you aint lift a finger
Going back and forth the court and now you look some like Serena
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmonds like
my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song
I said to hank Williams
How lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing
my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all
a pilgrim
New Orleans nigga to the west, I feel like Tookie Williams
My young bull keep that power tool, in case he gotta drill sum
Pulled up, now he sayin'
'cause even Mike Jordan's two boyz want to be Like I
All I eva hear when da girls go by is
Why am I so fly
I don't know, but uh
I go by the name
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