Lyrics:
Tryna get up on his level
How this nigga really
Winning
Swear to God
he sold his soul
By the money he be flexing
Cuz I'm tired of this life
On some 9-5
I'm exhausted what a week
Day 4 wanna be alone, Houdini
Day 5 I've been tryna pass time
Day 6 feel like I've been runnin outta patience
How much longer
about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy
In about five minutes in walked a man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered "Lordy Lordy have mercy
his Barkleys
That's ten years, I told Pooh in ninety-five
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if
Where's My Hi?
I Swear, That I Never Called You Cause I Really Get Shy
See That Was A Segue, I Believe The Matter
Is What Happens After The Seaon Where
the girls passed by and he winked his eye;
He said, "I'm July Jones,
I'm the man for you, I'm six foot two,
All muscle, meat and bones."
Chorus:
Great
of European descent are represented by a tenor soloist, he is the huaso, the well-to-do peasant of our country. Thus are defined the five movements
I'm cool when it's just me
Beyoncé said that 1+1 is we (1+1=2)
So every night and day I'm living just to be loved by you
Come on swoon me, love
I want
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow that's your cue and by now you know
That I got another true lover
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow that's your cue and by now you know
That I got another true lover
another special of the day
I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet
Well mike d what got for me show these good people what it
Means to be d well
with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
You see, I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet
Finger lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's
had to go get all our deadz
They entertainin' the thot thot thot thots
I put my trust in the 5 5 5 5
Everyone rattin', they friend told a friend
They
To give us chiefs and sheriff
I mean these motherfucking thieves
That was when Jesus came from Europa
Escorted by his brother
His twin from Arabia
They
destined to be
How can they be blessed by you if no one else sees it?
There's purpose attached to your life
So how could you not be worth His grace
If
Listen up good and listen up close
This the type of story have yo mind feel blown
One day on a Sunday, lord say, that a young man by the name Georgie
misunderstood
Nothing could induce him to
Ruin their special day
Company would be advised
Soiree seems to be mid-sized
Someone else who knows him there
Wouldn't
line between everything he is
And all that he could be
So one day he tries
He tries
To stop his self sabotage with a vow to be as successful as he was
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
but he had a touch of class and a million buck smile
Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy be
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars,
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