Lyrics:
for me
Cuh the throne is my seat
Young fire, old flame, young fire, old flame
Let it burn till we kill the whole game
Young fire, old flame, young
the race
Shit, what's this? Tripped by my own lace
So I bend over to tie it
Worst mistake I ever made
Because children, I’d stop listening if I were you
You
everybody's talking
In the T with my g
Taking turns with a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself
don't want all of the gold, jewels, cars, and all the fame
I been focused on my own path and gettin all my gains
I can't be stopped by Jim Harry Lucy
of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won't look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I
right out of those woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
One July Monday morning
dick
Wipe the floor with that bitch
In my core, I know I’m rich
We all know that yous a snitch
Harry Potter, suck my dick
White boy flames
Finna call
The dying shrimper said.
He said, "Boys, you know I had my chance
But I went and botched the job,
But how can a boy named Jesse James
Without a train to rob?"
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
How could I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make
I've got a dusty old pile of vinyl records sittin' on my floor
I've played each one of 'em over and over a dozen times or more
All I've got is
As promised
Here’s a song about the following: Pizza
James and the giant peach
Lights, bookshelves, flowers
Right angle triangles throwing oranges
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
I heard you move through the tall grass
To my hunting ground
You came by my old wishing well
And there you stood by her side
She dropped the coin
know I'm a flame
She took my love and she flushed it down the drain
New baby grab me by the chain
Kissed away the pain
Yeah
Suck me till I'm dead and do
I'm a leave you a nice little whole in ya throat, releavin' ya life
I'm going out with a bang, letting my nuts hang
I'm outty like flame, the signature
you're Watson
I spit flame no arson
Drink milk by the carton
It's james bitch, no harden
I chew you like Charleston
Rock it like I'm igneous
Pocketing my
again
He changed my name
I changed my ways
Na Na o
By now you know the name
See me manna score goal Like Harry Kane
Spin dem like hurricane can't stop
on his right hand
John a OG, Pops is da wise man
Si’s all Vibez, life’s alright
James on beef under Big Lee
Flynn’s with Harry and Harry is my G
Call him
of a killer, Mr. fucking Grimey
SAS 22nd regiment limey
Born in a bar with my eyes wide open
Inspired by debacles since I came out the fallopian
We don't fuck
the Michelin's whippin snake food
They don't know I taught Snape
How to Malfoy play double agent
Harry I won't needa spotter
Think I prolly got it by the time this
La Música de Harry Fraud
I might pull up a one, maybe two thangs (new things)
Got my old-school joint and my new thang (old-school gang)
Got my
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
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