Lyrics:
briefed
About the land of the wheat and canola
You can catch me in a civic but not a Toyota
Jehova witness at my door you can kiss the areola
Bitch Im gonna
make her gravitate
I pour up in my cup mixin that tris with that lemonade
That lean got me stuck I been sippin too much minute made
And fuck the police i
the trunk make the steering wheel shake
Trap nigga turn a 7 to a whole 28
Kept runnin out had to up my weight
Imma big dog in this bitch Great Dane
Ride for
i'm tryin to make my hood shine
Happy days my idea of a good time
Tell Benson he fired the new help is here
Through a straw blowing spit balls at Mr.
Long summer nights in Central Park
Rides in a horse-drawn carriage
The ups and the downs
We made every second count
And you still make my heart go
and my sister who has been dismissed by all the racial slurs and taught she’d have to be a mother
This for Elijah and for George, fighting for our freedom
fire like Benson, huh
Piece up all intentions
Lord knows I'ma hold down my own
Real nigga shit, bread up in my bones
I ain't got no time to waste, ayy,
brush that
They paint me with
Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss
But the devil red, tires double tread
I’m posting parks up that gets me double
large
Man, mi say mi bigger than di one King George
I Nicodemus as di actor
Pupa star up a movie in a California
Land at town airport at Longwater
Who
feel like hell on Earth right now
Cops killing people and the people fight back, we on red alert right now
Look at the world right now
RIP to George
Diiiiieeeeee Miss Illusion,
Mmm yeah I love it when my lips are on her,
There's a spark in our relationship I plant a kiss upon her,
I **** around
terrified once again
By a roar of immense laughter. . .
Ho! ho! ho!
Which seems to be rumbling up
From the very depths of the cave
In which he has hidden
a song to make you sleepy
Time for bed, sleepyhead, the moon is in the sky
Time for bed, sleepyhead, the stars are floating by
Comfy and cozy and warm
individuals in this department
Can’t clean up their own fricking mess
This song was gonna be for Meg
But she left
Couldnt handle the pressure, so she stepped
the Kiss Of Death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nothin left)
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)
Make sure
(Don't believe) That dead King George will wake up screaming
Our soundtrack is the slowest thing
Some will ache, replace the sting
Rap stars brag
if we keep flirtin' fate &
hurtin' with hate. Time to grow up, get real, come on
We can ressurect the world by the lights early dawn
What so proudly
a decision
You made up yo mind I done made a decision
Living right by my lonely its only a mood something that keep you confused
Light our way up to the moon
The project was taken up by sculptor Gutzon Borglum, who was inspired by the idea of creating a "Shrine of Democracy" that would celebrate the country's history
say their name!
One way or another
Gonna make you feel our pain
Open up your eyes
Open up your mind
You gonna be surprised
At the truth that you find
We
Christmas movies huddle up it's a marathon
It's time for Clarence here to prove George Bailey wrong
When it comes to Christmas miracles I'm a believer
It's
that they wanna kiss ya
Haters see it happen that day they gonna wanna diss ya
Promise it's a myth you need to know I will get ya
Richer so I call up my
that they wanna kiss ya
Haters see it happen that day they gonna wanna diss ya
Promise it's a myth you need to know I will get ya
Richer so I call up my
finna make that shit speak like Alexa
Ride on it just like u riding a Vespa
I'm finna beat that thing up like ms benson
Body by Picasso
Sipping on Effen
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