Lyrics:
got on ya man'll never get into these
Or fit into these
Buc doing plenty things
Grill cost a wedding ring from Tiffany
Im really mean
cll white, balled
By a birdbath of Connemara marble
I watched a girl draw another there
Her dress cut black with flowers like Kahlo
The corner of her mouth caught
A groom, a bride, that's all it takes
To plan the perfect wedding
A knife to a heart that's meant to break
I plan your perfect ending
Now we're
find.
Original by the kind
True focus, muscle iron
Black rocky action,
Supreme mansion..
Power by definition,
Poetry spell missions
No rule commitments,
told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad, black, bottom kind
They
told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad, black, bottom kind
They
to take her wedding band
Now everybody's in shock, and I'm walking past
the scared ass passengers with the nine millimeter cocked
Lookin' for who
Long black limousine
Shiniest car I've ever seen
The back seat is nice and clean
She rides as quiet as a dream
Someone dug a hole six long feet
son, chop the weight
Break the law and got a score like before
Armageddon, marries street smoke wedding
Invest cheddar in shopping sprees in Reading
jordans and a polo
Nigga died pretty as a pimp in a photo
Woah woah yeen heard fat boy
He ain't say that boy, don't even try to act, boy
That fat black
afraid to die.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
and cars
And Jesus shuffled
And Jesus jittered
And he shook like a pole
And he jittered some more
By 1997, he'd reached his final year of college
But
tryna give it to you, to you
Yeah
I don't want you to overthink
Cause when I'm by your side shawty, all I think about is a wedding ring, yeah yeah
Yeah
the carnage end?
Who will save us from the lord of the dead?
453, on his wedding night
Atilla Is dead
Killed by his bride
duct taped & grunting
Twin Flames out the glizzy
But it ain't no loving
Full Fist
De 45th
Hollow out yo stomach
Ski masks & black bags when time get
of the matter
Have a black humour and history
Thanks to Lorraine Maher
No blacks no dogs
This community slept in digs
While it dug tunnels through the London clay
Goose and Gander
A lively romance in the middle of the swamp
Lit up by the autumn moon as they romped
Leaves turning colors like the dancing of fire
it "Everybody Gets
Shot By Raymond!"
Somebody messed up the song
Now it just got racist
Black people been through enough (40 cases)
Why can't we all
goes her wedding ring
So she called the Roto-Rooter with the long snake device
And by the time they were done
She could feel all the lice
Crawling around
on your love,love,your love.
(End Of Chorus)
That smile those eyes and everything inside
I’m mesmerized by you,I’m obsessed,yes this is the truth
I hope
to taste the deck and many other things
I had to pay the piper with my wedding ring
And I would never see my family again
By 25, I was respected
ears, seven hunnid for the rings
I'm a black millionaire, fuck what the Forbes say
I'm a cold-ass rapper, I get hotter by the day
And she know I hit it
wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when
She gets
And those in low social classes
That happens to be Hispanics
And black kids
Malice tactics by them bastards
On an average Sunday masses
Triple fractions mamas
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