Lyrics:
we chop ya tongue
And mail that bitch to ya momma house
With a note saying, we got ya son
I'm a beast, in these streets, nigga say that then
I just
ain't locked up why she calling my
Cell
I ain't tellin hoes but I'm in the hoe
Tel
Strap on my laptop that aint no
Dell
Air max filthy like gmo
Yall
nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push
nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I push
heard me flow and it's sealed
Now I got Swedish women yelling "Tech N9nes's vild"
This place is my house
I might as well erase my face wit white-out
house)
Still kept my 10 toes on solid ground (solid ground)
Never was temptated by the clout (never)
I make up words just to rhyme it out (rhyme it out)
We'd watch the sun come up and then go sneaking through the house
I'd drive away before her dad came down
I'd drive away the coolest kid in town
I can
That ain't even what the movie ‘bout
Three or fo' Swedish hoes
Opening doors when I leave the house
Figaro we got dough
I manifest on the cream
my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house
Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout
Nigga youse a bitch when I get'cha they gone miss you
setts in da air
-Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa hatin just don't hear me,
though. Nigga got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, step back
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
a robbery, this a murder
Woke the whole house
I don't go to funerals, believe me
Gettin' pulled out
Group home in Lake Charles, turn
Up, turn up, wait, pause
descent
Where light begins its wayward course
Felt by those below
For in the stead of absent rays
The scintillating, cerulean haze
Accents
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
of
Sentences I’ve made
Evolved
Levitating
In a state of verbal transcendence
Now elongated by
Every sentence strung together
Strap in!
Arrival of the fittest
turned into Stroganoff
Belly of the beast, I was raised in that
Now I'm riding with a beauty with amazing hair
Kids ride past my house, say the king's in
through the streets, trygg, on their way to kindergarten, school, work... Acne T-shirts in the air, hyttekos-god smak-røde dager...
Welfare, dismay, oil
the barber and the black rooster little by little vanished in the air.
So the black bird spreads its wings upon the sea,
Flying over the clouds,
Far beyond
past my house, say the king's in there
I'll make your head disappear like Malaysian Air)
(Hell nah Thugger, we gotta cut that shit out)
You catch
la' vær' at lig' mave til
Hvis i ikk' ka' lave det
Det eneste jeg kan stave til er penge, F-R-B
For København er min by, og sådan er det
Og sådan vil
in the summer months, my winter maid and me
And in the Soho evenings I loved her tenderly
But by the time the autumn came, her eye began to roam
Slim
If You Like The One
Swedish House Mafia Run
If You Are So Lucky
Say Hello To Chuckie
If You Really Like The Mike
You Must Play With Paul Van Dyk
you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
[Cold 187um]
Nowww,
Ash fills the air among spirals of smoke
Hammers smash anvils, the fire is stoked
Masters of craftsmanship shall clash
Excuse me
can we get away
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