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But you so fucking sexy
Check it out
She fly with the fit
She loving the drip
So we gone do it together
My down lil chick
If I hit a lick
Then we gone
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
all together… far away from everything
I fought my problems by adopting Snake from Metal Gear's sense of duty, with a pinch of Jack Nicholson' irony.
I
By William Clarke
Pack up your things children
'Cause Zion is waiting
Get yourselves together children
'Cause Zion is waiting
(Chorus)
Ride on Ride
chooses to come to Rock Bottom
So John and I left the house for some action
And when we got on the main street
I was about to pass by Ol’ William
But John
patience but I've still got a lot to give it
I'm pulling myself together
I'm pulling myself together
I'm putting it all behind these walls before the water
afford
And Mama brought it home, Dad he got it tuned up right
And he would up sitting there all night
Playing all those cowboy songs, Hank Williams
putting my shit on
I'm back and I'm better BING BONG
Grabbing my man by his dick all summer
He said we wasn't together, degrees outside
Gold blunt with
You will blow all night if you know about it
Damn right I got so blind
Tryna put together like soul-tie
Back when I was low-fi
Wasn't doing bright I was
so cold
And it's hard to live free
This world is foolish
I'm tired of the Bul****
Turn the light on
I study my elders
Like a scientist
Dr. Ben john
Colene
And her peaches and cream
It'll give us a shot in the arm
Down at our Uncle John's farm
Rock on the porch swing
By the light of the moon
everything that you hear without confirming it first
And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a tell all
Fucked up thing about it is she
FDR the 30th, 1882, the year
Come February, Reagan, on the 6th, he came to be
And, William Harrison, the 9th, he'd join the family
For Lincoln, 'twas
Crip
Ricky Ross, Frank Lucas, bumpin' your Tucky Williams
All of 'em had the crown, but none of 'em took it with 'em
So it's our job to do what they
“Silence in the Hall”
Lyrics written by Kyle Melerski and produced by Clayton William
Verse 1
You try to blame me for your past.
Try to say that I’m
and honor
It's a metaphor to show you humble
Protect and serve
Turn the locked up and kill
William Chapman, Alex Christian
Brandon Gland, Victor LaRosa
Fuck around and violate the squad Imma buck 'em down
Who got the muscle now?
All in together now, it's whatever now
John threes and low nit sweaters
cry, you cry
We cry, together
[Ja Rule]
I love my life, I love my wife
A bad time to prevail, it overwhelmed me
I'm livin in hell but livin
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
kinda hard putting words together
To express how I wish me and you was together
What I give for you to hug me again
Or to look me eye
And tell me how much
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