Lyrics:
To think with no goodbye
He could have gone
A postcard from Sun City
Was found layin' by your side
A kind of desert place
Where old folks dry away
You
Who was ate by a lion it's told
So I left little William by the tigers' pavilion
And round to the monkeys I strolled
There was one great big monkey who
yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
You're gonna
written by your favorite singer
The type of song that you turn into an ring tone
I get this feeling every time I think of you
And I know,you're the perfect
hot
Stopping me stopping me
I think not I think not
You a hater you a hater
Perpetrator perpetrator
Boy you fake boy you fake
I’ll See ya later see
When you face the D-line your bottom lip will quiver
I trust the boys on this team, yeah I'd give 'em my life
Even though half of them are duller than
hear what we're sayin'? Just
Ask some white teens
Where you think they got the
Shutter shades and tight jeans?
William: And we're up in this club with
aw
You think your a tough guy right (tough guy)
Your not, your a pussy, cause your afraid if you rat on Fat Joe
Aw, sorry, sorry, hold up, hold
am not an average joe (nope)
You pussy, well that's just my foe (bitch)
"William why do you have to call women hoes in your songs?"
I'm sorry, I just
to handle
I'm darker than midnight you can't light my candle
You won't see the real me i'm all just a scandal, but i'll get to jammin' like Julius Randle
No
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
"I'm trying, not to lose..."
"I'm trying, not to lose my head..."
"I plan to tell you what it is later"
Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmonds like
mental, my track record speaks for itself
I'm so instrumental
Allow me to rekindle
Lets all reminisce like Mary did
Think I have to send you a reminder
you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's
wouldn't last
But fast forward a few
It was over for G.I. Joe, dude
Now I'm 16 falling in lust
I knew forever she would be the one
A couple years later she
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
codes and lingos
Hard to bite brah
Now we about to introduce
This to ya' curriculur
How that szound
Talk of tzown
You wrzong
If you think you iller
This
years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
-And Teddy, too
Or Peter or Stephen-
-Or even you
Ooh!
And then there's
Google William Hung
I know in '98, you were treated like gods
Yet 20 years later
You're the king of the dad bod
I heard you're making bank
Now as Vegas
And it will never done
Enjoy yourself
It's later than you think
Enjoy yourself
Why you're still in the pink
The years go by
As quickly as you wink
than all of y'all
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by the entrance
Re-turn her around gimme kisses
No burner I killed this you witnessed
Not
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