Lyrics:
FOMORE JE
Translation
Pictorial Alphabets Count... A, B, D, E...
We are here again
*Chr:* Sojourners on odyssey,
Extend my goodwill to my mother,
I am
a round
We'll drink 'em down, down, drink 'em down
Let's trade our ball caps in for sombreros
Instead of Jack D, shoot some cuervo
Mix up some rum
Got my rod, don't need no hope
I'm gon' get close, don't need no scope
Hand me a strap, I bet I blow
Hand me a strap, I bet I bang
Ask Lil D, he
me and I swear that it's gon' to be an epic fail
He wanted smoke and got impaled
She want the D, yeah, I could tell
She rock Balenci' and Chanel
I
Yeah
Mmh
Ah Ricky D, zeen?
Winter is over baby
Yeah
Girl, I'll be your summer and
You tell me when, ay
You feel me heat up to two million
now you peep
Now they on D, I hit the flea flicker
You should've seen quicker, I'ma just Ether him
I'ma just Ether him, make 'em see heater, son
I'm
compares
I'm feeling all them dumb stares
Haters try giving advice
That don't come from cares
Folk tryna devour me, ay
Smoke em like my sour d, ay
Falling
pennies for my thoughts
Yes I'm a boss, it's more than what I bought (woo)
But trust me I'ma floss, I'm from the D, that's what we talk
Mink and some
weak
(Hey, ha ha ha ha, ooh, look)
Ain't nothing like good pussy
Ain't nothing like good pussy
I got this nigga in the D, now that's my favorite
with no remorse
You just gotta let it run its course
See I got the drip like its Coke
Snorting D, I'm running down your throat
Hands down you won't
a billion, that's on the real dawg
Just chill dawg Just chill dawg
We spose to be rich, that's how I feel dawg
I got a plan A, B, C
D, and E
Bout to kill
I know y'all wonder why a nigga wanna retire I can't stand this shit
If it ain't Mike D, if it ain't Slim Thug I just can't understand this shit
ladies and gentlemen to
Muhfuckin flight 420 we bout to take off
Riding first class you know
Kush packs, sour d, all that good shit
I'm smoking kush from
ihr Neugeborenes
Von dem K, zu dem O, zu dem L, zu dem L, zu dem E, zu dem G, zu dem A, zu dem H
Zu dem D, zu dem E, zu dem R, zu dem B, zu dem O, zu
fashion, I'm trying to cash in off this passion.
What the hell, well, back to the story. I'm lifted, I'm drifted, so was D, mostly from most of the drow.
sad
ABC and D, all my love for you is free
1, 2, 3, and 4 all my love you can't ignore
Tell me, that you mine baby til the end of time
Tell me, you
[Chorus - 4x]
(Z-Ro talking)
Ha ha, new millennium music, shouts out
Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation
My nigga Pop Belly I love you boy
through sit at his bedside, and ease his pain
Relieve my tension, I'm flinching when they mention name
Big D, come G, I don't want you to die
Remember when
paid ten-fold, behold a man of honor
And rare persona, I exhale a air of nostalgia
Like Don D, I'm an incomparable artist
Transcends, this is
good D, on some '011 bullshit
Looked her in the eyes then I lied
Knew I wasn't shit
7-3-4, 3-1-3, bitch, the oven Mitt
One out of one, I was chose
I'm
(Hm-m) we got Memphis, D, and Teejay
You could get his PayPal (Huh)
No, my clip ain't quarantining 'cause
That bitch stay out (Hm-m)
Fortnite, knock
tunnel
I'm a breath of fresh air my nigga
Don't you smell trouble?
Go make mommas cry, quiet harmonized
Your boy say damn D, he was on the rise
You think
Ayy, hit the opp's block ridin' dirty and sweet (skrrt)
We play offense and D, when we see niggas make them lay in the street (we on 'em)
And we
a bathing ape one thing I knew since the
Womb was the paper chase
12 playing D, in the coupe finna ankle break
Would've thought Stan Glock modded
How he aim
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