Lyrics:
I was bullshitting
DG III is here at the party
And I, I, Mir Money, brought him here
What's up
(Bow down)
(Bow down)
Look
Ya majesty has arrived
Ya
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
not by her side
You only made her cry. you were her ride or die
Tears drippin down her eye, you were not by her side
She was 13 when she met you
She
You poured liquid nitrogen down my spine
as you told me you didn't love me any more
ran off with the girl next door
You poured liquid nitrogen in my
'Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
The streets a death trap
Greet chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even
on his door, people talkin' 'bout "He ain't there"
But the house is packed, shit, I know he here somewhere
See, money get high, I don't knock what
already knew
That I'll keep you going
And the World War III and the World Series
Will make the same size headlines in the news
From all I've seen
you like to be overthrown
Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?
She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has
Why am I why am I not viewed as a human
Why cant I just live in peace
Why must I get harassed by the police
Why must I be on the ground
Why
It's so
play it dumb and fight desire.
Back Door Man. Break On Through.
Mr Mojo may construe.
no natural light, no clocks, no clue.
a finger down the throat
says
Though he lay quite alone,
For he's taken him to a haunted hall
Seven miles from the town.
He's chased the deer now him before
And the doe down by
find his way to work blindfolded
All the way from his front-door step up on Dublin Hill
Down into the belly of the city - just
Just followin' his nose
Pimpin’ (Happily Ever Came After)
Copyright by: MvzikByDMG
Performed by: Haylo Romes
Written by: Richard C Roman
Intro
Baby you know I be
Here,
she wouldn't play by the rules
Wouldn't be constrained by society's views
Wouldn't let a twisted metal birdcage wheelchair keep her down
Well for you
the morning a new door could open by the night a older door could close
And what's behind that door could be tears, frustration,resentment I don't know
But I
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
, heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
let the bands call it
Somebody knocking at the door homie that's bands calling
Yea, Yea, Yea
Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock
Fiends call Non stop, 3, 4, 5
Fight or diffuse?
One, two
Bad ass hoes in the mirror of my room
Three, four
Take my life for a suicide door
Bloody Mary, bloodthirst
Blood then plan
Three down and one to go
Flying high and flying low
Going up and going in
Never knowing if I'll win...or lose
Three down and one to go before I know
on the hippies and faggots
And the dykes and the weird little children they grow.
Help the black man.
Help the poor man.
Help the milk man.
Help the door man.
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
You know you like when I spank you
So bend over by the bedpost and grab your ankles
After three nut, then fell the fuck out
'Cuz in the mornin' gotta
Maestro
Blunt smoke gun smoke back door front door nigga there ain't nowhere you can go
Everybody get down on the floor we need what you got plus more
I
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