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high and mighty with all that muscle!"
Go ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer, and show me what you can do!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down
we travel down right path, got to get
Away from all the pressure, I'm a real lady boss snatcher, it doesn't matter if she's a dancer
I got the answer,
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
(Umm)
Then baby I'ma be ill forever
And I'm known to make ladies melt (Ha)
You boys better get on my level
Get on my level get on my level
Get on my level
Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!
That's right man, we just
generation, I came to lock it down
I'm a little boy, but I live a big man's life
Got girls passin' notes, wanna to be my wife
Got grown women, wantin' to be
a little boy on the beach watching waves crash the moon so illusive.
He's soul so Translucent.
Learning stories about the world from the salt lingering above
they wanna bring down the R
Damn, this is breaking my heart (my heart)
'Cause from fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters
I am part of the music
been
for three score or more on this little isle of green.
And I'm known from the Liffey from the basement to the zoo,
And I'm known by the name
been
For three score or more on this little isle of green
And I'm known from the Liffey from the basement to the zoo
And I'm known by the name of old
to the back
Ten racks to the waitress, change all that
Twenty something years old, ass so fat
Them boys in the club, D hats all black
Tops coming off, ass
me about my litle sign
Of course they knew where I got the name
Cause I told 'em about that little boy of mine
And how his first word about that old
I'm a little bit country
She's a little bit of rock and roll
We was listenin' to 2 Chainz
Singin' down an old dirt road
Makin' out on the porch swing
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
back, just shut
Your mouth
Shut your mouth, turn it around,
Shake a little bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, don't stop or pound,
and out,
I got home one day and found my wife and little boy gone;
And I couldn't find out what happened;
Nobody seemed to know,
So from that day on, it's
cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days
ridiculous
Cause back in the days
Hold on let me tell you a story from way back
Way back before Daylyt got his face tat
When all you had was your fucking five
and fuck one
I walk down and fuck'em all
I take it back to the old days
Blow ya whole block up like Osage
Written down or freestyle with no page
All my beats
at the rodeo
And the lonely old Eskimo
Babe, I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
Alright now
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing
at the rodeo
And the lonely old Eskimo
Babe, I'm on fire
Yeah, babe, I'm on fire
Alright now
Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing
I could hardly wait to get home to show my wife and my little boy
And my little boy was so excited like so when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
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