Lyrics:
on gettin' rich n this designer bling
Ain't gonna stop till the fat lady sings
You know what I mean?, I'm like, MLK I had a dream
Whole crowd sold out
Kermit."
K- "Justin, I'd be honored to sing with you."
J-"Well I just figured, when's the next time I'm gonna have the chance right?"
K- "Well uh what shall
that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write
probably think you know what I mean
But what I'm saying is they ever push me, I'm gonna swing, yeah
I could go to college, get in debt like everybody
who’s the deadliest
This is the first joint we wrote
Speaking of joints
Ima hit this blunt real quick before I sing the first note.
Fettuccine:
I’m
On me
So fuck a way from me
From me
I'm not gonna trust yah
Nah
Cause ya my frenemy
You know
Insanity rain on me
Yeah
insanity rain on me
Yeah
I'm by my
bought ounce of weed thought I could flip it
Man I'm niggorant 'cause that's what some of us black folks do
Instead of payin' a bill we gonna buy the new
give this dude my money doesn't that kinda suck?
I got bills on bills on bills, but rapping stacks on stacks
I'm rapping how the homies got it, not
in da house
Nate Dogg holla at 'em
Where you at?
Chorus:
(Nate Dogg)
Ridin in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
front my very eyes
Uh, when is it enough
1, 2 degrees. And a house by the sea
I’m proud of you Raf
Words I’ll never hear, till I got 80k every year
on a stage
I love to see the smiling faces
The people forget the sorrow they have
I take them away but still
I'm just a singer with a song
All I do is sing
pocket pull out lent man i ain't have a dime
Couldn't pay the bills shit got real but nobody care
Who got your back who by your side nobody there nobody
to fly me home
And when I get my silvery wings
Then an angel choir will sing
I'm gonna get me two wings of silver
To get me home
I'm gonna buy me
The kids are ripping into sugar packets.
Townies taking off their tavern jackets.
I'm in the pews sticking bills in the basket.
Praying that
Nigga started from the bottom
But I came up on the top on em
Intel like a nigga got the drop on em
Bitch I been the truth but I’m never gonna flop
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
so fine
I raise my lighter to sky and sing
Oh yeah
It's gonna be alright
I took a couple hits
Now I'm on another high
Oh yeah
It's gonna be alright
I
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real
Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit
Yo fuck that, I'm gon'
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real
Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit
Yo fuck that, I'm gon'
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
on
And my chin stay tucked with my eyes lay low
Sabaw
I'm bout to turn this bitch up, Rz up, yea
Cash right there on my timepiece hard
To pay the bills when
angelicus)
UNCLE WALTER:
The clergyman’s pastoral pager loudly― uh, loudly― uh, uh loudly rang out, echoing through the vacant YMCA halls.
FATHER BILL:
By
Come and listen to my story if you will I'm gonna tell
About a gang of fellers from down at Nashville
First I'll start with old Red Foley doin'
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