Search results for 'can i dream by gerald wiggins' Page #10

diminished
The rights of one man

Useless as Gerald Ford
Face on the centennials, bitch, you can't afford
I'm on my 50's general in the Civil War
Hoover caused

Dawg em put em on aT
Feds Searching 5 Weeks
They can't find em he 6 feet
Uh now let's talk bout the trap
Bitch I get them bags and get that Shìt off

Don't get smoked, young nigga, don't get
Mess em up, G
Don't get smoked, young nigga, don't get
It's me, Mr. Fly, you can catch me in the back street

I'ma chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fuck but then I seen
High definition to get whats forever given
But

and now they tryna flip the discussion 


Since bravo died it’s something stirring in my core
Don’t go to bitches houses cuz I feel like I can’t trust

cause where my time was spent
On the grind I don't quit
You can't star off the bench
This shit slam Wiggin chips
I get slapped I get lit
I be dipped

Gerald Levert, aye
I told shawty I'm the shit, she said I concur
And you ain't bout to smoke no black off in here
This a weed friendly environment
Joints

flames.
Ow

I'm closing on you'r body
you shiver at my touch
tell me baby, what can i do?
Wiggin' like a junkie
need a sugar rush
lemmie love the hell out

Falling Out of Love

John Wiggins

Fifty Years of Country Music from Mercury

1995

(John Wayne Wiggins)

Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
I can't believe your memory didn't keep me awake
My heart's not beating

Dream on, dream on
By the mist of make believe

Dream on, dream on out where no one finds me
Dream on, dream on
And the love that blinds me
Dream on,

get at me while I'm cheap and not taxing shit,
and dropping shit like a laxative, can you put your hand's up?


Could all my real niggas and my real

Blazin

Mr. Shadow

The Best of Mr. Shadow, Vol. 2

2005

I'm gang related
Reinstated by the pecker wood
Situated in my neighborhood
Still an active gang member understood
Now you can find me
After, a bitch

MAC popped
And that was just the cans I got hands too, let's slap box
They called me Lil' Quik in that sandbox
Case the newer fans wanted the drop

came true

And if the other peoples shadow dreams are equal then why cant the next shadow dreamer be you

That's the philosophy I live my life by

When

'm a don like -atelo
The game tried to grab me I was throwing up my elbows
You can't get a heart at the store they don't sell those
Still standing in

In a fighting scene
Sword tings - Can't hear the feet
Thought I told you not to intervene
Drinking out Yoplait buckets need fine China
I'm fine shining

Name a nigga hotter I dare ya to try it 
Can't do it 

Yuh, we're not compatible
You are not Hannibal 
My niggas cannibals 
We that smoke smoke
Y'all

Ramona

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

niggas names up she like "Gerald Benton, he wrecks it
Disney Wright, weed repping, I love SwisSs, three S's"
I'm like "God damn bitch, You ain't even got

and let me spoil you
Got it hotter than the boiler room
Tsunami water for your soil boo

Get it wet I get it steamy
Straight A student they can't C see me

graveyard
Six feet underground (Let's go)

I'm ostracized and traumatized by everything
I'm not alright, I'm lost inside, and anything
I say, you better

Everybody has a boss
Nothing happens for a cause
We don't fuck with you at all

Verse 1
mu-mu-murder bloody murder murder
young nigga back causing stirrup
by

She want, she want my nine(want my nine)
(But)She never want my life, yeah
I'm by my time(my time)
The times I spent alive(alive)
The molly in my

(But) She never want my life, yeah
I'm by my time (my time)
The times I spent alive (alive)
The molly in my mind (in my mind)
My baby cannot sigh (with my

it,
It’s that new typa money, aye this that’s new kingdom currency.

Verse 1:
Aye, aye, First of all let me tell you bout the business,
Mr. Gerald D.