Lyrics:
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
wasn't for me
Close my eyes and I see
People down by my feet
Visualize the microphone
Hear them cheering for me
Music is a blessing
And God gave it to me
want you to sleep well tonight
Let the world turn without you tonight
If we try
We'll get by
So forget all about us tonight
Apostles' Women
up some dope to get a lil stoned
Next thing I know it's like 3 in a row
I almost trusted her see how it go
Wanna say sorry I told that hoe no
You was
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
want you to sleep well tonight.
Let the world turn without you tonight.
If we try, we'll get by, so forget all about us tonight
Everything's
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
I'm two months deep in therapy
Been finally gettin' sleep
My friends quit checkin' up on me
'Cause I'm back on my feet
I'm doin' more than
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
fuckin' ass!
That shit is amazing! Wow! And I'm only on
Thirty-three percent
That charger is fufu i've been gone for
Three hours damn, that shit
Sounds
There was a guy at my school when I was in high school
We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles
Never even spoken or faced each other
There was a guy at my school when I was in high school
We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles
Never even spoken or faced each other
Every night as I brush my teeth
I keep replaying the moment before
The hospital called
It was 3:14 am
My eyes opened for no reason
And I sat up in
sorry
cause I've got two left feet.
keep moving and moving
doesn't matter if we hit anyone
bust a move, keep that groove
we're gonna bring this house
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
an ashtray I’ll stay
Sorry for the delay, SooDo slay
coming to a nebula near you
Feel like one of the few to change hues
Look out who's that in the sky
10 feet
cuff her
Sorry baby but I Ain no lover
One thing about me I on have to rely on a nigga
I can do this by little
My cells green what I seen when I pop me
feet to the beat
I can walk today and take it all away
But one year ago
I was scared my bro
Didn't know how they would take it
But made 'em go apeshit
right
She says "one, you want a chicken sandwich
Two, you want a cheeseburger
Three, curly fries, and a large root beer"
Stop, don't go no further!
I
call maury.
Bring in her in the loop, cause ya babymama sorry.
Was driven by my wants swear it lead to dark
7 days, ots making that corn. (Cornish)
this the only way I know how
By goin' up even if I'm so down
Never slow down
Sold out the show now
I'm so proud
They're all here and now they all know
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm
One, two, mic checking
Three, four, I stay repping
I'm a veteran, I turn the mic into a weapon
One, two, mic checking
Three, four, I stay repping
I'm
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