Lyrics:
To that pink blue white and orange Divine
Fly high
Little Bird knew she hurt a friend or two
Little Bird was sorry but she didn't know what to do
So Little
Pick your poison, I could do you bad
Get your mans to slump, you too Bloody red up on the scene, he feelin' sick
I say he feelin' blue Construction hat
and Tom rolling in Big White
Loaded as fuck, bumping "The Cactus."
I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us
Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E
Life's a breeze for a l'il bluebird
Around a white oak tree
So he says goodbye to his sweet old perch
Just to find his way his path
Off he flies
the mind's eye
streaming back beyond the white sheets that flap and fly
oh tears of wanting
the white tent the raft
the white tent the raft
the white tent
We've no food or money and no choice but to sell her
But Milky-White's my best friend
Look at her!
There are bugs on her dugs
There are flies in
wear these fly things
White Tees and Blue Jeans- fresher than you, White Tees Blue jeans
White Tees and Blue Jeans- one day imma miss White Tees Blue
look was a sweet persimmon
Big around as a Florida lemon
Was a white tailed grocery store all over the land
But this spring during turkey season
Jack
sale vibe
Ouais j'suis dans l'vice
Jack ice, pipelines en slayt
Bagarre à la Maglite
Ciccio Bello by night
White, baïd'
Dark Knight
Check mes fly guys
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red
I've got a bootleg version of Citizen
and the whole republican crew
And the democratic
Get the automatic
Had it with red, white, and blue
And do's and don'ts
I'm breaking all the rules of chasin'
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
wilin'
Water is blue like Hawaii
She wanna kick it
I put her in different positions
Like Mr. Miyagi
I've been riding around the city
Looking like white
I'm Flash, I'm the hero
I'm the bopper who's the poppa of the crew
I'm Flash, and I fight evil
And my spaceship flies the red, white and blue
I'm
a white person, with blue veins
I keep a black Glock, red dot blue flame
Feet hanging out the window jock my shoe game
Cause all my kicks fly, like Liu Kang
Brizzy Brizzy
Yeah I'm Nino Brown but them niggas call me Brizzy Brizzy
Got the best white so the boys in blue busy
Uh heart pause when they take that hit
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in
the John Deer
Farm Boys yeah we in here
It's the Red White Blue We All American
Hand on our heart We American
Pull a truck wit a truck We American
Kiss your
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
Like the hexagram
the sky
Or by the sea like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Maybe I've never
C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listening
nigga Snoop
It woodn't be crackin wit out you
I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's
I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's
Frum kidnaps an' jacks
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