Lyrics:
shorty up with no prob, she ain't heavy
I like a ride or die chick, somethin' like Letty
Said it's her destiny to have a child, she ain't talkin' Kelly
Volleyball
Mascot,
a llama by the name of Missy.
When the baby was ready,
the child was removed via cesarean.
It was a healthy baby boy, and he was named
lets tell them who they are
Hipple Park Posse little boys and little childs
Ain't down with gang banging only down with milking cows
Hipple Park ain't
fuck 'em
Little shit speaking on, boy, I done done it, talking and up's where I run 'em
Two lanes what I switch in that, told 'em test me, I get hot like
and to Joseph
And this is how it all began
That first Christmas
There came a drummer boy (a drummer boy)
and a star in the east (and a star in the east)
In
to a nigga
Like you destiny child ha
Let’s party it’s your birthday
Get naughty in the worst way
I see you drinking you never thirsty
Let’s leave this function
evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
While shepherds watch their flocks by night,
They see a bright
take a little more
By my side whether rich or poor
Missing your touch when I'm gone on tour
No reception on this transport
Movement, come and tell them
little girl, I know you're just 22
I'll tell ya right now, you can dance to the blues"
The sticks started clickin' and the drummer counted in
The whole
keeps on passing by
You'll be my baby boy
Every time I look at you
I can't believe
I've found a love so true and
I took time to put
My trust in
keeps on passing by
You'll be my baby boy
Every time I look at you
I can't believe
I've found a love so true and
I took time to put
My trust in
or the ox and the lamb]
And even the little drummer boy.
Folks will remember your name quick!
[They'll say, "Damn, that bitch can suck a dick"!]
['Cause
a courtship
Get married for a little while
I would shoot a little love inside your basket mama and in a little while we'd have a child
He'd be a little boy
ya child is back.
The prowl intact.
Just tryna get a dollar.
And I fuck with daisy cause she living by the dollop.
Time to make something shake
can't solve situations by ending your life
If only destiny answers to all questions
Then I'd leave this damn world in a few seconds
That's not what God
little mothafucka no no, no no, no no, no no
Ya nigga, ya cracka, ya white boy, ya black mothafucka
No no!
And he said fuck that
He said peace, love,
We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick
They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skiis, I had
speed
Ramming speed ramming speed
Take it up boys to ramming speed
Promoted myself by way of the knife
Dog eat dog is a pirate's life
Spent my money
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
But the bullshit get you ready for ya destiny
Everyone could use a little bit of empathy
I know how you feel, even homies they be judgin' me
You know
Lit Boy mopped the top
Lit Boy made the bed
Lit Boy lied sometime he cried
Lit Boy kept ahead
He gonna take you down
Bit by little hit
Lit boy ain't
Pop collar jockey
They say you got it down
You got your little honey
She was left by her daddy when she was young
Hardly anybody knows your name child
and believe and harvest
Seed for the girls who's looked down by the world set em free
(Let me switch it up a little bit)
Took our credit didn't need a loan
want
And still be a virgin, Mary!
The donkey and the ox and the lambs
And even the little drummer boy
People will remember your name quick
They'll say
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