Lyrics:
Williams, a ride or die chick
Thug girls in the club raise 'em up high miss
Pussy pop for me, make it drop for me
Be a lady on the block but keep it hot for
HEART TO HEART TALK
WITH LEONA WILLIAMS
WRITER LEE ROSS
How foolish can you be to be ruled by jealousy
Could you throw away what was planned
Why
I mean em well
Went by Steaz in the streets BRANDON CHRISTIAN SCALES
Don't forget to add me to every social site
Tell em how we made it through every
Rings out to awaken the echoes
And tell us the morning has come.
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Recorded by Clancys, Patrick Galvin
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So it's back to the drawing board, where every battles fought
To the end, where the pens, excalibur it seems
Using every ounce of energy, to tell you
the road I grew up by
And I see the game like an umpire
Motherfuck one time, and everything combine
I am the boss I have a nigga
Tell ya bout the gun line
Ghetto bird word
'Cause I keep the big choppas
No disrespect
Niggas killed big poppa
The Williams sista
Romeo from Steve Harvey
Got the drop
Get
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
The year is 2000. All the real motherfuckers left
PMD Def Squad & Hit Squad and the virus
I'll tell you who I be (check it)
Erick
Cuddle Closer
Music, Lyrics, and Vocals by Isabella Faller
Rap Lyrics by czariah Pope
Rap Vocals by Kingston Williams
Intro - C, G, cm, F
Verse 1
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
And the wood creep beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens passing by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of that moonshine
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
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the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
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the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad, he's done got peeved
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
signed by Ellen off of YouTube
Does your contract say you have
To look like her, too?
We all know your music, but let me just say
Tell me why, Charlie
Why
Tell the DJ what we want (Biggie Smalls! Uh)
We want Biggie
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I
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