Lyrics:
1st Salesman
Yes sir, yes sir
3rd Salesman
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two by four kinda store anymore?
4th Salesman
Whaddaya talk,
his hands behind his back
He hit me about seven times and I knew that it was brass
I said ah nah, he really need to get it
And by the look on my face,
three times
As was the uncertainty of the printout
Produced by the instruments therein
It takes about a year
Of rising and falling telluric current
not even Hailie
I think my dad's gone crazy
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time
Can make you dry your eyes with
money
You took my heart from me
I'll never be the same
Now killing won't be hard for me
Cause I can't feel a thing
Sunday morning, preacher in
But I love the way the sour and the sweet
are still the same
But by the name
But one with life is due for change
The disconnect you feel is in your
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side, then you got to go
Sax men just get my motor purring
You fall for 'em and you love 'em and the next thing you know
They're borrowing money from you and spending it
night
Think about things thats wrong and how to make it right
Ice cold bottles of brass, time flashes
A hundred blunts passes
Before the God asked us
can't
Hear the drums, see? So Now, here
This is what I
Look like, and with the guitar
Is like this so, we're going
To do another piece now that
The band
look just like Tip's
But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? (Skrrt)
I never let a nigga do me like Tip did Flip (it's Gucci)
This the same
look just like Tip's
But I never went platinum, do you catch my drift? (Skrrt)
I never let a nigga do me like Tip did Flip (it's Gucci)
This the same
and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by
from the waves and sand I, I need a rock to stand by
I need some bands on standby
In Atlanta with my bro dem
The only thing constant is change
I
enough to break the cycle
All things are vanity
Until the time of rebirth descends upon us
As things change
They become the same
As things change
They
a thing fi mention
The way dem move mi nuh trust dem ya know
Watch dem move mi nuh trust dem ya know?
The one you put yo faith in
Setup the first girl wah
From a big brass cup
Someday he may be president
If things loosen up
You and me you and me, baby
You and me you and me you and me, baby
You and me
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Toast up cups with my real ones
Put my life up for the real ones
Shared the same hoes with my real ones
Same the same cloths till we came up
It's not
Of that brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back,
brass monkey on some drunkie shit
You, R&B fake rappers suck a monkey dick
I'm from back in the days with the Christmas
For haze on my back, stripped out
what I want to know
How does the song go
Come hear uncle john's band
By the riverside
Got some things to talk about
Here beside the rising tide
goddess body with gold hands
Father sins, send his twins into the underworld
The legendary, I weapon carry for same goals
My Februarys is necessary
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