Lyrics:
mama need it
My uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
Zack in his pocket and everyone know
His pole in his jeans
Bitch, I'm number one, it ain't no top
this swervin shit from back in the days (back in the days)
When niggas on them b's and b's made you get out they way (hey)
People hollerin' why you act
this swervin shit from back in the days (back in the days)
When niggas on them b's and b's made you get out they way (hey)
People hollerin' why you act
designer, criminal minder
And I'm a born and bred in USA who chop and screw truth up
Think I got a case of the Mondays, on fire
Ayo, one for mayhem, two
better stop trying to be hip and get on down
Hey man, you know
I was born in New York City
Saved by the night on a Monday
Trying to shoot the news
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my two
Hey brother brother paka paka suitcase
Run the game by fire by force
Why you niggas tryna copy ain't no touching my sauce
It's a new day awuyeke
of luck!
The Seven Deadly Sins- that's just shit we do on a Monday.
You're never gonna fucking believe what we get up to by Sunday!
We are the Sons
boast
Hey hey listen close
One thing you should know
I am a Blessed Man
I'm so Blessed, No stress on my chest
I am a Blessed Man
I'm so Blessed, Everyday
It's 5 am, so
How's it going, I
I need a moment
I'm exhausted
(Hey)
The monday blues, they
They got to you
But it's cool
You'll pull through
Just
Don’t you worry about a thing mama
Don’t you worry about a thing mama hey hey
Don’t you worry about a thing mama
Neckwav
Yeah don’t you worry about
Hey Everybody!
Hey Casey!
Everybody needs some Funk!
And everybody needs friends!
A boogie in the basement
Only gets the funk so far
Without some
I'd be up in the skies eh... ehh...
Mi no really dey care what people say
Mi need you by my side 24hour a day
Mi love to give you from Sunday to Monday
these tacos up Monday at noon
But shit is coming to and end soon
Broke times coming to and end
(Hey, yeah)
Never gonna be broke again
(Never gonna be
We keep the hustle real
We keep it 100
So when you see us drive by in a Ferrari, Lamborghini don't you hate
Put the kid on vvs
Now am making
Where's My Bandit Hat?
Hey, hey I know you, you're the awesome kid I go to school with at my school
You play with me at recess & you sit by me
the game last night
She told me I’m on a roll
I swear
I'm fucking it up, yeah
I'm fucking it up
Yeah
Hey
I’m fucked up like I just turned twenty
One
MUSIC FOR MY SOUL
Music & Lyrics by Rocky Michaels
It's 5:30 Monday morning
Off to work to pay my way
I stare out at the blue skies from my office
the sticks
cnd run the codes that we play by,
I swear this shit
Coming so easy they think it's c.I.
Two 3k flows shit that make em say hey ya!
Y'all can
strength, I can smash for ya
I've been working night shifts, tryna get this bag for ya
Hey
I've been working on Monday, I've been working on Sunday
Just
of the refrigerator
She whispered an angry prayer
Said it to thin air
I’d hoped for so much more
I wanted so much more
Hey don’t I deserve a little more
Monday
perfume (uh uh)
I need a Porsche, Charlie need him a Bentley take off on y'all bitches like vroom (skrt)
They like "Hey Dorfie we need us some music!" I
It's Monday morning, I'm still yawning
Trying to block the sunlight from my face
I can't ignore it, so I open up the drawer and
Put my nice fit
easing up at each other
And then the deer said
"Hey, thanks for the pop tart, and by the way i'm a talking deer, can I hitch a ride?"
So I said, "Sure!"
So
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