Lyrics:
I'm crying out
I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord)
That ain't right
Brian Dennis was in love with her
I exchanged kisses and hugs with
grams
She feelin on my wood but I want more, put it in your mouth stop using your hands
I know you want that Birkin bag you can't afford, and we both know
Worm storm is short and fat.
I represent the underdog you know my steez
I'm represented by a label in the overseas
Yo Amsterdam yes I am the man got
worries
'Cause I ain't in no hurry at all
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
By the hand, take me by
skeleton key
But don’t you to wanna be a inspiration to me?
In an instance a child's life was ended
By the hands of a four foot menace like Dennis
Strapped with it in his hand, trap just a ceiling fan
Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man
Push him to the limit, watch him snap just like
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
And as long as I keep
Dancin’ in circles it’ll
Feel real good to be lonely lET’S GO!
Tap down those boots while I
Spin around the circle
Hands up, lets go!
plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin'
plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin'
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers
Say my name like Candyman
Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand
I span forty-nine states, bounce rock skate
Baby don't you run so fast
(She was always giving us a warning)
Might be snakes there in that grass
(She was looking out…)
Grandma's Hands
(I
count me out but You counted on me (on me)
Big plans by the bigger man
When I almost down and out, hey you never gave up
Could've left me in the dust,
all night for them
With Victor by her side
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He grew up to be a fighter
Against the people's wrongs
He
Original (Mikro in der Hand)
Hey Leute, wo wollt ihr hin, mit dem Mikro in der Hand?
Yeah, yeah (Mikro in der Hand)
Ich frage, hey David (was
Original (Mikro in der Hand)
Hey Leute, wo wollt ihr hin, mit dem Mikro in der Hand?
Yeah, yeah (Mikro in der Hand)
Ich frage, hey David (was
to the top, 'till the very last drop (yeah)
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MCs, won't gather 'round my
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Just gonna drop this on one of them Moby beats
Here we go
C'mon
Put your hands in the air
Alright y'all
Moby pemoby pemoby pemoby pe
Chuck
Just gonna drop this on one of them moby beats
Here we go
c'mon
Put your hands in the air
Allright / y'all
dance
Won ton soup could be you if you fight this FN
Cold devil we ain't doin' blues it just Sprites in hand
I threw my glitter glove on and got
What is all the fuss about
There should be more in your heads by now
Than what goes on at night in peoples' beds
Hands up for lovers
Feeling good
Spiel
Bei dir versagt mein Bauchgefühl
Hand auf's Herz
Ich sag dir ganz ehrlich
Hand auf's Herz
Du wirst mir gefährlich
Die Vernunft in mir schlägt
milk and no skimmin
Hand crafted flows wove in silk or linen
Word is war/wore like denim, we textile blendin
Topper say top spinnin
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