Lyrics:
tell you about how I'm supposed to be a Christmas party right now
But y'all keep keepin' me in here
My wife's not gonna let me be on fleek if y'all
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
I got a hundred dollar bills in my pocket, nigga, fuck them ones
Ninety-nine problems, but I bet a bitch ain't never one
Ninety-eight my gas, I'm
You know the sunset sure is pretty, on the south Wisconsin sky
We stayed up late to watch it, and the sailboats gliding by
And we caught a jar
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
the kids out to play
Will today be my last day
This country's in disarray
This hurt done turned into hate
Muhfucka don't ask me why I'm mad you cannot relate
of my stunts
I'm ready to die for my blood
Ready to die by the love
We do this type shit for fun
Nigga what's up?
My favorite cousin's back in town
suspended, no more weddings, love and life is banned outright
And in several countries, Christmas is on hold
It's the destruction of people's lives
It is
cars (uh)
cross country isn't that far
it's like i'm in the race don't know who you cats are
see one day i fell from grace landed in this place
my
heated, bills breathing down your neck/
But you don't pay attention to it, you just wanna flex/
You don't do it for the love, you just caught up in
queers and phoney virgins
If I had banks on every finger
A finger in every country
And all the countries ruled by me
I'd still know exactly where I'd
pussy nigga!
I'm sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whites
and phoney virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where I wanna be
Locked up
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
Duck when I'm passin' by
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
You can kiss
Book me for a show
Need the cash in advance
She worried bout the bills
She ain't into romance
Balling out 23 like the last name Jordan
Post up in
last dance is
Better never let him slip away
We fell in love on Christmas Eve
I lost my faith, now I believe
Never gonna let it slip away
I love you in
haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere.
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer,
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday
This is the early evening edition of the news.
The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
section of the Civil
jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you at?
Just got to New York
Rover (woo)
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator (uh-huh)
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
Put me in your door panels or your
caught
By the six two Cs
Aw shit Aint no telling if he made it alive
Give me what I want
Nobody hurt
Put them in the dirt
Made a move that they didn't like
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
basic needs
If I gotta be a Nomad that's fine by me
got bills for water and heat
That's basic needs what the fuck you mean
If I gotta be a Nomad no
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