Lyrics:
and my soldiers roll with God, we don't fold to pressure
Not by sight, we walk by faith and get the forward stepping
I'm just a peasant, a lowly wretch
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
about to stir up
Some shit thick as Mrs. Butterworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-on-christopher-reeves-just-for-no-reason
Other than to just to tease
tie shit
Let me show you a few things, a few things
A few things little baby, cause
I be on my Stupid White shit, White shit
(check it)
I be on my
I can't act like I ain't supposed to be
Here with all my people roses at my feet
Fans in the stand know the man by the scar
The ones that's on my
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
in my way an oasis
Exacerbated by the weight of the same shit
Situation. Kick ass / Snap your rachis
With every disc shattered in your back
This
and and my fuckin' crew
My mind's in space like an astronaut
I'm weighin' in a little bigger than a mothafuckin' juggarnaut
I'm on the edge, down to fold ya
Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now, mark what followed and what did betide
For it being
Oh, me and my cousin one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walking down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it being on Christmas
around
That's why I love you mom, and I love you dad
Your little soldier gon' go far with this pen and pad
I know I'm sinning bad but ain't nobody
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy
got on them booty shorts
With a little choker
She wanna be my ride or die
She my little soldier
They wanna use you
I just wanna hold her
Baby girl I
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
wrastle the fangs off of my fist
Flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres
On some holiday in Cambodia with motor home appraisers
Pagans fade into
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
they come to know.
And she'll remember passing by,
The poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
And she didn't know his name
Well
Hesitation'll buy ya fate get that ass all caught up
Ya little homey might be cool
If them other two priors ain't brought up
Remember took time to kill smash
on commercials. But plutocracies
In other words a government run by the rich such as this one
And traditionally oppressive European states
Force the third world
On the other side of town, they see him as a zero
A whirlwind roundin' this 'badass' villain
Crossed a little line just to get to the killin'
So, tell me who
And the other was a soldier, and a brave volunteer
Good morning, good morning, good morning, said he,
And where are you going my pretty lady,
I'm going out
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
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