Lyrics:
Fuck are we sayin'?
Big '81, but I don't own a Harley I ride in Mercedes with Shane (ayy)
It's me and Lil' Harley, we wreckin' this shit
Then we 'bout
And I stupify guys, superfly rhymes
You could buy lines
But you couldn't tie my suicide tie
Guidelines to abide by or die, guy
You can ride pine, pride
Lawn Mower Man
I'm the Lawn Mower Man
Okay!
Tell me who the best is
Break into your house
And come downstairs and spit asbestos
Tell Satan we
or off the top of the dome
Cutting this dope with ether
What them other guys got, it's just not as potent
That's why you come and find me when your nose
And that's just me though, me though, fuckin' on these old hoes you should probably check libido, and bido, and Bido, and Smino and yeah, and that's just me
you get excited everytime I say your nameBut I feel you're tryin' to pull away|Baby by now you should know with me you're safe|There's no reason for
[Mark:]
Baby, tell me, are we heading into trouble, yeah
Is it my imagine taking whole
Do I read to much into the way we slay
The way you move
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
of our Mexico.
Chorus:
Oh, Adelita, promise you'll remember the happy hours that now have long gone by.
Oh, Adelita, we'll share these tender moments.
tryna clone never get my sperm
You couldn’t get me if wanted though
Come home with me, ya I know you really wanna
I worked so hard and I got it from my
of the best in the city
White Mic, Nathan C, Marvin Upshaw, Short Shane (rest in peace)
Dean Lucas, Dj LooneyTunes, Mark Mirage, and Knucklehead
Who you
K-Y-D's in ya town
K-Y-D's in ya town
K-Y-D's in ya town
Holding it down
Ya, if ya think ya ill as me get artillery ready
I rock like Killa Bees
Ayo they hate you when you're up
Love you when you're broke and got a little
All Shane was thinking was the
Rock inside the pipe sizzle (It's time)
by doing a lots of work
So this is me with shovels and digging right into dirt
Man, shout out Ira Glass
Shout out to my parents
Shout out to all my
afford anything
All I adore is a ring
All I want is that thing
I import the snare king
You report the same means
You shouldn't try to slay me
Unless you
the air (For all of y'all)
And let me know you're out there
I send this out to the homies in the hood
That stood by my side, to help a brother do
Hallowe'en
I write the funky scripts so you know I got to kick 'em
now tell me who's the vics and tell me who's the victim
chorus [butterfly]
what is really
Shane could see me now
Im doin this im doin it yeah
Im on the road and I hold it down
Think about me at the light
Lay the track I slay the mic
No talkin
up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine
Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath
24 karat with the fine jewels
You shining like a diamond
My vvs boo
She tell me that she love me
Her emojis say it too
I'm high off your lovin
and you hating on me, but not loving instead
Life is a ballgame you know what that means
We living full time
We ain't skipping no scenes
I take of my
critical
That's why they call me mr. pitiful
A few people know what I'm sayin'
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what I mean
And to my man cool
that opens all doors
Yeah
If you believe
Patient my brother and you will receive
Yeah
Oooh
Be not offended by negative things that people say
Ooooh
They gave me a A, cause I ain't average
And I keep a K, cause I'm not lacking
You ain't got no spine, don't got no backing
And I got the time, so
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