Lyrics:
to keep it, but they... when the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you
Ee about this much two-by-four attached
only the beginnin'
I stick it in her kitty now she screamin' come on gimme
I'm flippin' this chick over and I caught her slowly bendin'
I'm hittin'
og fremst så er det jesse
Du vet hva jeg er best i
Du sover er over deg som resten
Står over den festen for å gjøre teksten
Kan ikke stoppe kjæften min
who fell victims, body loss they souls
These beats when I picked 'em
Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold
RZA paid the roll, GZA buries
monstrous flows (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
By poppin' and dropping the bodies will roll (Yeah, ahhh)
But I ain't never done
No no no
Not until I won
Oh yeah
going
Outta fold a present gane over
I’m gon do it and this niggas can jump off a rope
Roy Jones with the left hand I do it like I ain’t got no plans for
Beethoven I roll deep with my fuckin' dogs
Scratching at my balls with my mother fuckin' paws
Yeah, gotta have it, I been at this like an addict on dope
ain't heard
Audi, Beamer, 'Cedes, Merc'
Tell me something I ain't swerved
I've burnt bridges with niggas I
Used to roll with everyday
What, you think I
ballin' like Lonzo
These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo
I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
Hell done froze
Over the souls
Topmost gone break the mold
Give it & go
Gang tucked right under ya nose
Pick it & roll
Straight gas then hit the road
Talk with Punch over the phone
He told me brudda all is well
Know his time short
When he touch down
Know that we causin hell
I roll a dook up in
run it down like Tom I'm petty bitch
Time is up you done get buried bitch
And I hop out after I write the song
Steppin over haters, Iverson
Hottest out
blue over grey
I ain't been around much
But I swore my niggas on my mind
And I don't wanna' be by myself
And I don't know who to trust when
I hit
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
closer
They want closure, from drinking they self sober
Hoping that if they bend over, they'll get bit by my cobra oh
Girls is firing, to get rear ended
By
Give'r
Lordy, lordy, North of the Forty, where the snow flies hangin' with the hip
Throw a 2 four in the 4 by 4, take your little honey for a rip
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
going up
Weed by the pound we gonna roll it up
She seen my pockets she notice
The streets told me I am the chosen on
(Streets said that I am the chosen
Chemist
Concrete Evidence
Blockworks, where we at wit' it?
Still the same kind creature
Little Moochie, James Clay Jones III
Since Auntie
Talking over beauty, find my gold and the scarab
Indiana Jones'n, take the treasure from the terror
Gotta do more than pray to take the peril, make it
Davie Jones under raggy du
Scaly dragged over like crossy dresser
Pressed down on scalp which grew
Messy waves thin shaved as if the moon induced
pelican
Oh my god not this guy
Bruh just give it up
Roll over and die
Never never never
Whipping the sauce while I sprinkle that pepper
Storage War
all rolls back when I listen to The Killers
The jukebox queens, the gym class heroes
I wonder how things would be different if I did it all over again
who fell victims, body loss they souls
These beats when I picked 'em
Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold
RZA paid the roll, GZA buries
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