Lyrics:
collar, chill
Live and die for dollar bills
Put my heart up in this pill
Let my soul die in the field
I get scoped by fake or real
And I'ma keep this
you baby
I never wanna live without you girl
I never wanna live without you baby
I never wanna live without you girl
Now if a brother ever settled
to ya buddy. I was talking with Marty about these dolls. Turns out, the uh, turns out the actual midget trolls were made in the 1300's, by, uh, Indian
like old school Pinky
Filling up a drink so I'm finna get loose
First name Wan, I ain't going by Lou
My young boys wildin', made a silly-ass game
With
rent sky
Keep it up for Mr Incredible lent guy
Call M I Mr I don try
I gat the doe baby wetin you wan buy
And all my enemies now wetin dey wan try
I dey
Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Tsunami
Surf, yeah, gang
I caught the bus in the cold, 'fore I ever touched the icy watch
Stood on my
break his nose when I see you with another guy
I'm kind of okay
With you out of my life
I'm absotively, posolutely, almost alright
Alright
I took
the turf, lookin' for someone to search
With they flashlights checkin' in my dashboard
(whatchu lookin' for?)
Or lookin' for the heat stashed under
it, once you start, you can't stop it
I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed
I live one rent from besides that be
between get off my dick
I'm bulletproof i'm bulletproof, aww
Yeah yeah yeah yeah i'm bulletproof baby
Skin tougher than some kevlar
Me and my buddies going muddin'
In
a best grind (how you mean?)
You is a gunman, make yuh gun whine
You want a rich queen bitch, live in my queendom
And I could bubble from Port of Spain
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say f*** em and we the same
So hello mothaf***a' you got some sheets
months I gave Ms. Cita pain
Now it's young money baby, keep the change
My mama say fuck em and we the same
So hello mothafucka' you got some sheets
baby
She said Buddy Guy you are the best
I want to get high this mornin'
Just to sho' is my name
I want to get high this mornin', Mick
Just
you love me, hoe?
If I put a B in front of you ,Be my buddy, hoe
If I were a side niggaI'd be on the front line with her
Lean on me, baby, I might
Ya boy got mad cus what I dipped with his ho
Baby girl had my tinsel returnin slow
She was sick, got me looking for Pepto-Bismol
Shit stackin, jaw
cuz he couldn't get his dick up
School just ended now, I live up on the north end
Girl walked by, thick written on her forehead
Now they all up on me,
an angel in the snow
'Cause I don't play with my own supply
Not the holiest of guys 'cause when they need me most, man, I fucking decline
Self-sabotaging
ain't fuckin' playin baby!
It’s the
Mista Camoflauge, I’m hungry like a Wendigo
Gotta get my power back, I need the damn extension cord
Bitch I’m charging
like a baby does his bottle
If I was a turkey I'd be King of the cobble
Curse and my dick in hand tryin' to figure out understand
What went wrong
So many presents, so little time
Santa won't be coming
By my house this year
'Cause I tried to drown my sister
And I pierced my ear
Oh mama made it
petted my fur
Fuck me in the goat-ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the mosh pit
They passed me around
Love God, live life
Do it all legal, it's easy
Don't ask me a question
If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
I got no time
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