Lyrics:
was
Called, including Red China
At the UN further suppose that
Each leader brings with him his top aides:
Kennedy brings Rusk, Khrushchev
Brings
It's so close to bein slavery, in Texas nigga it's scary
I reached out to C-Murder right before I came home
And when him home, let me go I make sure
It’s J…P
Jon-Paul Ruiz (Encore)
Cheers to never feeling low
With you I feel so high
I’m never leaving by your side (side)
I need you day and night
broke and home base, ain't acceptin' your calls
And you don't hear your name when it's mail time
Caught in damn jailhouse barbers pushin' back on your
If I send em back ima hit that
If u wanna hate Ian wit that
Don't bring that shit over here cuz it ain't finna last Lil nigga forget that
I'm asking
here, for you
We're going to bring him home Lay him down
Lay him down by the river Near the tea trees
I've got the same blood, the same hair The same skin
How does a homing pigeon know his way back home alone to Ruth
A Ruth that he has never ever flown
Is it because his mate is waiting there that
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
Bleeding in the darkness
The cell was cold and black
Driven to unconsciousness by the stripes upon his back
He heard a voice crying out his name
His
by 8
Face covered with a mask nigga
And the gloves on
Brah leave no trace
Glizzy hit em from a mile away
Push a button
Stick playing Simon Says
Keep
Front on that pack man hell nah pack him up
Feel like I'm DJ Paul how this shit go
Sit back, get my dick sucked by the neighbor hoe
Fuck bitches get
letter to Mr. Santa Claus (tell him, girl)
From all the single girls back home (alright)
Bring me a man (bring me a man, bring me a man)
This
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
of the free home of the brave? I don’t know, I’m looking around and all I’m seeing are slaves. Sentenced to another day to work at minimum wage; haunted by
as I hear the track
Doubled and bubble grams up
Cain I can bring it back
this game I can bring it back
its a luxury
ride out on any nigga if he
bring him back
If I could
But my bank account
Looks like El Dorado
And lookin' back does no good
Simon was who made that shot
The gun was bought by Scott
a millionaire, I still won't marry ya Slugs to you head, six people Paul-bury ya Colgate froze flows like cocaine Mental overdose explode your brain Some might
Peng ting laying on my mattress
Certain man are out here doing back flips
Told her come around 9 cah I'm active
These times the girl your laying down
money that I'm makin', this shit can't bring back Markell
I still feel for Chantel
Love lil' Ye, he prolly don't know, when I see him, I'm seein' Tae
she fuckin one of us bring friends for my goons, uh
I just bought an altima so thotties feel at home
Two in front, three in back, help me get into my
a gentle presence
His eyes suddenly bring him
Both deep comfort and keen pain
His mother's face draws him back
To setting the table for dinner
And watching
Fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is falling out
Got a problem wit partner, I see him in the city and call him out
It wasn't for
on his wife and babes
Whatever came to him: and then he said
Annie, this voyage by the grace of God
Will bring fair weather yet to all of us.
Keep a clean
sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
And tell him catch up like
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