Lyrics:
Rock the F and N still gon' fuck her friends
(Top, Amiri bottom, you know what I'm sayin'
With the Glock tucked in that bitch)
Still gon' pop 'em by
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right
What's my name? Say my name
(Lady to the Tee)
Ain't nothing but the mackin' game
What's my name? Say my name
(Lady to the Tee)
Ain't nothing but
like you
Nothing quite like you
We could be one in the same
When we can't even get the words right
I've made my decisions here and now
Why don't I
thinking I'm clowning around
With the batty flows that I bring?
I laugh you must have took a bath in acid thinking joe isn't king
This here is nothing but my
loose
Been about my revenue, that aint nothing new
Caring bout these hoes is a no, that aint nothing new
Drink this henny like its water nigga that's just
the family tree, come broken nuclear
With termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain
But the pain couldn't quite die with a thrown back
know you don’t know where you’re going, I guess Dave was right. We are all alone in this together. But we’re always here for each other
Please forgive
Royces I came Nothing like the black godfather. Donald Goines type author. Frank Matthews in clarks huh ? Embody the era, kicking it wit farrah, fawcett,
so let me show you I can handle ya
Scott face, I fuck you right over the banister
And it's the way that you be telling me that its yours baby
How
M-U-SIC is magic,
I couldn't go on without it
Beatles or the Stones,
Bowie or Ramones
There's nothing else around quite like it
Here's a thought do you
Throw it back Cam
Flash it back
Here we go
Senior week at Kalahari
Checking chicks out in bikinis
Clogging slides were going crazy
Standing Tazekid
countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kissar in
like you,
nothing quite like you!
We could be one in the same, when we can't even get the words right
I've made my decisions here and now
And I'll burn
can get lost
Cause you can't keep up with this Hedge Hog
The evil plots of Doctor Robotnik
Are always gonna get stopped by Sonic
Cause he's got quite
ex hell how can I wish my ex well
I've still got ex hate
Bryson Tiller I was tryna see my ex change
I'm Scott Summers now, nothing but an ex man
Still
kilometre stuff, what
do you think you are, bleedin France? No thanks very much, I'm right here!
Anyway, Flight of Icarus, doo doo doo! Flight Of Icarus, my
sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Spade his buddy Archer
Listen, I said we gonna have a good time tonight
This evening I'ma take it, take it in (be right)
Say what, its gon (be right)
Say what, its
Too long as far as I'm aware
Mali starts off strongly
But right here it goes to pot
Burkina Faso is irregular
Four-sided it is not hmm italy's a boot
forever
It's quite simple
If you don't run with the pack
You're hunted by it
exploration
Quite encouraging
People still call me hue
Now I'm out in hue
Came a long way
From tre 9
In the lil room
Ac booming
Weed fumes
Plotting major moves
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