Lyrics:
ya'll got to hear
I'mma tell you like George Bush told me,
Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm out of here
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid of me
What
ya'll got to hear
I'mma tell you like George Bush told me,
Fuck ya'll niggas, I'm out of here
[Chorus: T-Pain]
If you could you would get rid of me
What
three fifth human
And they thought they could enslave by disconnecting from the truth
Brother George is back again and never did look finest
It is time
anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em
Imma boss like I'm benson
Put my Foot up in yo ass now I feel like Jimmy henson
Pussy know i keep I mop you know I keep a weapon
It's hard for me to open
on the side of the road, stop check,
Then its back to the crib, blowing on my needles,
I love Itunes, but for vinyl there is no equal.
Like a old one you got
When the energies crash like a cymbal
Is it the end of the song? Could be the intro
Man, if life could only be this simple
Tell it from the brothels
live is why i get and i Spend it
No know no knows tomorrows Why i get it by the minute
Don't know why i did it soon you'll Get to know the reason
But for
INTRO: Badda badda ay yo rest in peace George Floyd and all of my brothers and sisters that's been taken by this racist system, This is the last
like you ain't wanna be born
And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn
Chicken George became dead George stealin' chickens from my farm
Damn,
with the lights off
it's like a cyclops with one closed eye
you can tell me that you're winking, but the grin won't lie
and no mouth supplies, what
by
I stare at the sky like it's anyone else's fault but mine
I'm too young to die
But I'm too tough to swallow the pills that I probably could use
If
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
line. RISE.
Ahmad Aubrey murdered by the cops is a clear sign. RISE.
Stephon Clark murdered by cops is a clear sign. STAND UP.
It’s like our death toll is
fly
Wrapping up my dick Or tell this shit bye bye ,It’s that quick
Rather put my time to getting fat rich
Sounding like that shit , I’m gone
I get high,
up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me
Cash Rules
up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me
Cash Rules
a shot Imma Shoot
You gotta love on me
Like I be loving on you
You gotta love on me
Like I be loving on you
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Girl be
of oxygen to say that”
“200 000 deaths from the virus”
“It is definitely not about Black Lives. And remember that when they come for you, and at this rate
an "A"
Yeah, like that makes it cooler
Dude, this is why I don't put you in charge of finding fucking people
God, you know what, no, we already got him
twitched
All against they words
Like it’s the fucking shit
I don’t why they all caught up
In they shit
Acting like the men but
They don’t got a dick
Tell me
due to have a few kids
It seems that inside of my school is a cool
Little tunnel that leads to
Twenty months to life
Can you tell me where the food is
and Hedges 100 with a note from my grandmother
It's something she suffers from arthritis
Hands stuck together, drop down elbows
It looked like baseball,
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