Lyrics:
Dey do my things no be by my power
Shebi na grace I Dey see
Tí ọmọ ọpẹ bá ti gb'ọpẹ́
Ó ma Jayé
Ó ma sort bill
Ó ma sort bill
Ó ma sort bill
Ye ye ye
Bill Morton he was long and slen-der
Better known by being a bar tender
Bill Morton was arrested and locked up in jail
The judge said Bill Morton I'll
rides the rodeo
Lonesome cowboy Bill you gotta see him yodel-e-eo
Lonesome Cowboy Bill, still rides the rodeo
up around Colorado shores, down by the Ohio
need assistance I’ll make sure your section ate
What yo reflection say?
You a real one
Account good you ain’t tripping when the bills come
Shea butter
hard
Yes I know I can win, I can win
Though nobody stand by me
Don't care cause I got me
And I got dreams, I got dreams
Every time I get my eyes closed
I had a friend named Bill Campbell
He used to rob, steal and gamble
And on the side he'd beg
So he mopped up
Well, I told ol' Billy shouldn't do it
[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone]
[Bushwick Bill]
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Gotta start with the right
on them hunnids, no they can't fuck my groove
Annie are you okay? Are you okay? I'm smooth
Just because I'm a player don't mean I play by the rules
Tell
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
Know you my dog, nigga we blood for real
Know we gon ball, soon as they plug da bills
Nigga that's law, never no daffodils
Can't be all soft,
gimme the digits you know wassup (They know wassup)
Cuz im getting mad green like it’s celery it’s MP (Uh huh)
I’m Bill Bellamy girls by the boat load
trip
Tired of seeing pictures with the fish lips
Swinging by the bitches on my hit list
Looking at the world, I’m a get this
You got no money in pocket,
these metaphors
Just let me in don’t tranna stop me right there by the door
So Play with me you know you playing with a dinosaur
Dollar bills in our eyes
kill
Ballin' hard in Buffalo, now I got the bills
Bills, bills, bills, bills, bills, bills, bills, bills
Now in D.C wit' the Wizards, Ballin' hard
Blond Bill is my name
Robbing you is my game
Never got caught by the law
The ladies know my fame
Riding my horse (Named Bull)
Filling my pockets
on the floor
So I bought the thing I waved goodbye
To all my friends there at goodwill
And that was the start of a love affair
When I rescued good old Bill
Well
the whole town scared to death
When he walked by they all held their breath
He's a fightin' man, sure enough
And then Bill got himself a wife
Now he leads
grey mare?
All along, down along, out along, lee,
By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,
With Bill Brewer, Jan
Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davy, Dan'l
WB (WHAT BITCH)
WB (it's Wild Bill)
WB (you want beef?)
WB (it's too real)
I eat bitches like you in the morning with my Cheerios
I eat bitches like
Pop Gun, Slinky cnd c Two Dollar Bill
Written and recorded by Melvin Knoblett
I remember every year I would make my list and have it ready for
Linger Ficken' Good
Bill-Bill Reiflin
Linger Ficken' Good
Paul-Paul Barker
Linger Ficken' Good
Al-Hypo Luxa
Linger Ficken' Good
Chris-Chris
walked by they held their breath
He was a mighty man sure enough
Now Bill took himself a wife
Now he's a different guy
Big Bad Bill is sweet William
us
You boys keep your distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill
[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
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