Lyrics:
advice
Well, tell 'em they look a-like they need a love in their life
And give 'em my number
Give 'em my number
And tell 'em I'm waitin' by the phone
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
Wepa!
Hay Coño!
You know I had to give it to the dog
You know you from the island. Wepa
If you good when you under presha
I know you from
By: jimmy buffett
Spoken intro with music playing:
This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there
whussup
Lemme catcha by tha bathroom
You gon get snuck
I rep that E-a-s-t-e-c-g
Im hurricane
N im S-O-u-t-h-s-i-d-e
Thas what i claim
Now lemme see u put yo
ready to ride
Say a little pray give a nod and go, stay clean in the middle
'Till I hear that whistle blow
Gimmie eight more seconds, gimmie one more
Ima give em hell today
Keep it in your dome if you really aint got shit to say
Call me Corleone, Corleones, they ain’t ever play
I ain’t going home
lungs
The streets was requesting some original LL
A soundtrack for niggas that was raised in {hell}
They looking for a leader that can guide 'em
magnum, Stag one
Backin' em up, body bag full of niggas
Wack raps, that's wack, so I'm stackin' em up
Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murda
view
Just offer them ket and you can be like 'em too
We keep getting dumber
All the little devils are proud of hell
The little devils are proud of hell
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
at this time
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, new
tourin'
I'm that "FIRE!" on that last verse of "Make 'Em Say UHHH!"
I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, I killed Kenny,
zone
The twilight zone
It's hell
Give 'em hell
Messing with them boys and you still taking L's
Give 'em hell
I don't need a bell
Sound fire as hell
upon yourself
cuz the people that you think you love
want you down in hell
and if dey want war, mane fuck 'em
dey gon have to wait till da lightnin'
was in slow motion, and I beat 'em like they stole it
'Specially rolling off a little ecstasy (ecstasy)
I'm a hurricane sipper (sipper)
Make 'em see
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
people time, all they need
Give 'em space and let 'em breath
When their ready, and you're ready, come together and exceed expectations set by others
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
aye
Smashed her on the floor right by the door you know I couldn't waste any time aye
She say she so sore but she want more so I'mma give her a little
enough, man Imma have to throw one of these masks on, man
Should I finish him off?
Use the mask, Day
I ain't done)
And I told you once, I gotta give 'em
And faith is a sight for the blind
And love is a riddle and a rhyme
And time goes quickly by
Like hell on high wire
I'm caught in a wildfire
Lights are
Back the hell off
Rock 'n' roll Jesus with all my nails on
All I need is a blunt and a bail bond
And give these blind motherfuckers something
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