Lyrics:
the world may whisper and howl at your door
You're not obliged to let them all in, okay Johnny
Baby don't you ride in that faux Cadillac
If you must please
was misled by another lil' boy
and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make some cash
robbing' old folks and making' the dash"
They did
was misled by another lil' boy
and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make some cash
robbing' old folks and making' the dash"
They did
righteousness
Know what I'm sayin'
A wise man told me evil was lurkin' and if you found it
Try your best to not put yourself around it
'Cuz when you in it
love money they say
But then drop a song how they love money the next day
I'm not saying don't get paid
But don't be bugging, get poisoned by the raid
I
every woman's a Karen
Not every fed is crooked though I know a lot are
So I be gettin nervous when I see a cop car
Next up man
Let's talk about this
The end result
B-boy Destruction
Party after party
Jam after jam
The weak would hang
Surrounded by the gang
Dangerous times
And corrupted minds
My pledge
boy, you better check up
Do this every year like the goddamn inspector
No I'm not a bird, but she on my woodpecker
Ride it with no hands like
a rockstar
Boy you just a bitch you ain't on shit boy you are not hard
When I'm walkin by they scream my name like I'm a star now
Labeled 4 star but I'm
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
from the boy next door
She didn't even have to take the slip of her dress off for
Mother, I , am not your child
Like I was before
Feet in the sand,
you when your feet don't know where
Step by step just walk your road
Step by step, just walk out that door
Step by step, walk your road
At the end
Flash cars, champagne rooms
Fuck that, jump in an Uber to 'Spoons
Better yet, pop to the offy next door
How many cans can I get for a score
Making
and the big pow pow
(Ay yo you Kel)
Not much just keepin' it tight
With the Philly Blunt King gettin' high as a kite
I got no time for bullshittin'
B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
Yeah
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm
or boxing
So think about your next move
I will let you choose your option
Top ten
Dead or alive
And I got soldiers
You cast your little punk ass stones
favorite rapper out his supreme
Choppin' up supremes, rollin on supremes
Children dying over seas
And dying next door
My cousin had to peel and squeeze
You
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her loving was def, she didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
Up the next morning, feeling good as hell
Sleeping
to her she had assumed that I was older than her despite obviously being in a lower grade
She was offended that the blue-eyed boy next door with the full
don’t talk no more
You call me By my name I ain’t bae no more
You don’t even need to be saved no more
A lot of shit change when a nigga hit The door
Dam
smiling no
They just wanna see me cry but I get lit like heavens door
No matter where we go in time
Always remember girl im yours
The next big move we make
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
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