Lyrics:
up a boulder
(HACK! HACK!)
Hack up a boulder
(HACK! HACK! HACK!)
Up a boulder
Now, one day, now I believe it was on a Tuesday, a man in
the old donkey.
I am the deserted old donkey.
I worked hard for my master.
But now he is trying to desert me!
Run away, oh run, far away.
Run away, oh run,
new physique
Since the world is mine, I'm a write my name on the clouds
So that ol' yee faithful, can praise it and bow
Now he's an old Mafia don,
twenties and up
I come with the vibes and some of the guys and I got a flooded Patek
I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride, and now they goin' off with
had to stay
I made promises to people we would get to better days
Now, I thought that was a journey we could share together
And soon enough we'd reap
ass nigga, you a bozo
Countin' this money by the boatload
Last thing I need is a broke hoe
Look inside the foreign, all white just like the Pope
know how ta
Rock this Hollyhood thang y'all need to let me style ya
Come back, to the light ma, I started the shit
How soon we forget I'm the heart
Uh uh, check it out, uh, Junior Mafia uh
I like this, yeah, uh, yeah, 94
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these
When she cumin Soon
Come out the house fit looking real cool
Dive in that bitch just like a pool
You already kno cuz stay with the tool
Young smart nigga
Brick's
(Now You Going Platinum On Them Hoe's)
Black T
You Can Smell The Trap On My Cloth's
I Don't Rap At My Show's
I Just Tell It How It Is
Let Me Make
Heartbeat weaker now
Stones in his reefer now
Lungs overflooded with blood
He 'bout to drown
Nose white, laughing
Ambulance lights flashing
Soon he'll
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)
To all the ladies in the place with
Ha!
This here's a story about, Lost John
Lost John done flew the coop!
Hee!
How many long gone?
Lost John standin' by the railroad track
I like the way William made a million
With the style he was giving them Now he looks Fresh in the house on the hilly-an
I've got a human heart
But my
cuz that's when things get messy
I see shit she postin how I ghosted now she act real petty
Hope that she don't see me with her friend because she not
Yeah
Ya ya yaaah
I want a house up on a hill
I want a rarri I want a mill
I want the bag fuck how you feel
Ya ya yaah
I want a house up on a hill
I
think about fucking her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fucking Pink Houses
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do
But check it
How you spell
now but the truth is:
alone there
something was formed.
The way they held themselves upright with tea in the opening scenes,
a warm formality, spines
eyes, you been teasing me
Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
Standing by God's river, my soul is beginnin' to shake
I'm countin'
with it
… I probably wouldn't have ever gotten away with it
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks
Everyone from the north to the south get down and shake the house
Yea that's how we announce
Everyone from north to the south get down and shake
But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how
the tip
Two months from now get a taste of the dish
just some waste from the dip
by my waste like the blick
Food that I'm feeding this year my nigga
is
and buffet, I want the
Factory farm, Belushi in the house how
It's an animal squad. We in the
Shadow of death wit' no pasture from God
White boy metal in his
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