Lyrics:
(MMM DANNY)
(AYYAYY)
I KEEP A SWEET ONE, SWEET SUGAR
LIKE SHE HARIBO
BRO MADE A KILLING OFF HIS HARRY PHONE,
WE LOCKED IN FOR LIFE,
BUT WITH THEM
on the smooth tip
Ha ha, yo biz, kick something funky for 'em, word up
Now people always want to know my strategy plan
For me to use the weird name
and if not Tom
She deffo' took dick from Harry
I got 3 shots waiting on me, Tom
Dick and Harry i'll link Thomas in his yard
But D and H in the alley
Niggas
smiling
She catches the eye of her mates
They're dancing by the bar
They're in a state
Nod for 'save me'
They understand, dance over
Put their arms
not born to run
About the gun
I wasn't licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public enemy
Used, abused without
The Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
Like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow!
on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot, in a place where it's so simple but not
Closed temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles
Cripples
by design
Remember prince Borii Prince Borii, now for
Sleep on me now but one day you'll awake
They waiting on me talking bout all the greats
The one
Yeah, MilesAheadOfU
Uh, uh, ayy, She rollin with me for the motion, yeah, what, ayy, uh, yeah
She rollin' with me for the motion, yeah, I'm sippin'
& Jeff Jr.]
I know you said not to worry
Cause you'll be home in a hurry
But I just wanted to tell you
How much I really do miss you
[Kelly]
Let me
Them shooters be soundin like popcorn
U not fresh man u a sophomore
They like tj why u shoot at the opps for?
(man i don’t kno, i was bored)
Pull up in
a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville nigga never seen
I know you heard about the Winans see
We're a Godly dynasty
Serving G O D, next in line is me
Not the X but next generation of several men of God
cough
1 2 step with dargy
Claim you're Muslim but lie on wallahi
Claim you're a family man when shit hits the fan
You lie on your mummy
Like Me and jr
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
Harry Houdini, why do they act like they do not see me
This ain't a game but I said that before
Coming for mine and that includes the globe
This is my
clay shoes
Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh they
you could get shot for makin' sudden moves
But don't comply and you die is the golden rule
In the backyard smokin' large sittin' by the pool
Thinkin'
mine, yeah
So come jump in the line
Harry Belafonte vibes
Don't wait around for the right
Moment to pass you by
And I wonder what I'll be like
In 100
a main event so many snakes approach me I just brush them off for charge with a knife by a friend I get emotional do this for my family it gets personal
me
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup
But in the ill gangstas
Ah, The Butcher comin', nigga
Ay yo Harry you crazy for this shit
(La música de Harry Fraud) (bah)
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name
You're immortal (La musica de Harry Fraud)
We got you
Kaep took a knee but I think it's time we take a stand
That crooked cop put his knee on the neck
You know what Stuart? I like you.
You're not like the other people here in the trailer park.
Oh no, don't get me wrong, they're fine people, good
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