Lyrics:
kids by me
I'm into big bodies, big booty girl sittin' by me
I gotta stick by me
Tell them Pokemons get by me
I do not sniff molly
Pour a 3 and act
Here's a song about bein' on the backside of it
Makin' money at thirty with a wife and a son
Then a short five years later, it all comes undone
again, again
You can keep the house
You can keep the house
Keep it all
And you can keep your shirt on
Know we’re not in love
You’re thirty years ahead
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
can play
'Cause I remember
Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so
can play
'Cause I remember
Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
Thirty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
So many jokes, so
In the script of destiny, the roles we play,
A cinematic adventure, day by day.
(Chorus)
Oh, thirty years, a movie in the mind,
Scenes of laughter,
front, said he was abused by dignity
CHORUS #3:
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand, steps goin' down into tatoo
Land
I met the sons of darkness
forgot
That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs
Story of a romance torn apart by fate
Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did
don't know it's 3-D
Idk hdyd
Lookin for a Luv Years Old Remix
Wbu
Chillin' wit da crew
Sick like flu
My phone colors blue
Stick like glue, tryna get
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
"Thug Music Plays On"
[Wish]
"bone" [X16]
[Layzie]
"New millenium Bone, Thugs...and Harmony"
[Krayzie]
"It don't stop" [X3]
"The thugs is in
we're pretty sure that
You'll be fine
Teams of two to three
That's something we'll decide
Rule one
You must leave the house
For a week
Taking nothing with
Y33y3
Y33y3
Y33y3
Y33y3
Madam speaker, speak up
Ahaa madam
The money we chap last year
Nodey catch madam
Elef one year we go lef
Time dey catch madam
This
Sold, your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen
A poster for this house's production of "Hannibal" by Chalumeau.
Showing here.
Boosie Badazz
I'ma send this out, to all the niggas doin' thirty to forty years
life sentences, fightin' life sentences and shit
Send this out
the sea
So now I'm a go and set free
You said that you never really loved me
Crazy how you only said that shit on year 3
We had our issues, had to learn
This old town is filled with sin
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
But
You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album
That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand
The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic
ya, I ain't ever move ya
If there's a new year then I never knew ya
Look, my junior gon' have a future
And my senior gotta drive a Beamer
I wish my
blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're sticking us with nightsticks
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight
Nine
you know'm sayin'? (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
'Lotta niggas fucked up right now
One mill', two mill'
Three mill', four cribs
Ten cars,
thirty years when he went to trial (nope)
We ain't tryin' to be out here screamin' free a pedophile (nope)
Let's talk about Freddie Gibbs, like really
Thirty years since all this happened
Thirty years it took to rise
Blood on the floor and in their eyes
They took the bite and left them to die
Thirty
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