Lyrics:
and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
or blaze
They ain't smoking
I don't do the mid by kid, I hate choking
Focus, back to me, myself, I
Little room, dressing room
The kid remains fly
I'm doing
back, with his gat, now that's dope
We got three minutes, nobody seen shit
Somebody might have heard shit
Singing on some Martin, were my momma bird shit
could say
She looked at me and I gave her a kiss all that mattered was he three of us
Nobody thought it would all work out for that pretty little girl
or fascist bol
Shoot three at you and push the
Rock like this was basketball
Chop your body up in little
Pieces with my plastic saw
Y'all need to overstand
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
and hurt your feelings
Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square
My squad hangs out like four hundred pounds in brassieres
My death
a shifting sea of data
Where there's so much information that nothing really matters
We can't see the forest for the screens
Or hear the birds singing over
to the right bounce to the left
You can Bankhead Bounce by yourself
Anyone can do it just let me know
I know a little spot where we can go
But first, you
That fat little bitch, all it took to bribe her was a fucking Mcflurry
Tryna make my way out this God damn store, I'm in a fucking hurry
On my way I walk
morningtide
The dear dead girl came back
And stood by his bedside
The girl he lost came back
He saw her flowing hair
It flickered and it waved
Like a breath in
By paying Very very very little bills
Sometimes thinking about it gives me the chills
When I imagine my life without a cell phone or telephone
That
enough, the little one's number 1 and the husband's number 3
Mother's overprotective love consumes all her energy
His lover days are over, a father is all
Mean you better be aware
He gone grow a little fast it be like tortoise and the hair
Wish he still a little boy but now he rightfully the heir
And make
Especially the ones, taking dem cat nap
Calico or siamese? We own three.
One that's obese the other 2 are Chinese
So precious I even take em the movies
There's
words on my phone again
Shit
Can't find a charger
Dressing like a homeless kid
But sounding like a carter
Remember k-3rd grade i went to a charter
Pass it
to make space in the house, I guess
For a little bit of chaos, toys on the floor
Turning two into three or four, cause
We're just getting to the good part
dancing little round-ups
On the side, flowers grow on, sprout up
None of them are prettier than you
Now three birds sing a buffalo soldier
And I think how
the courtrooms
Shootin birds at the judges
Fuck Teks and go and plug us out on racial slurs
Destroyin documents or complaints from black workers
Chorus:
Oh the best hair of my generation been destroyed by stylin' mousse
Some of the best hair of my generation
Been destroyed by that evil stylin' mousse
he was blinded by the ice
That's when Rae ran out of the back
Towel on, soap on his arms, spit duke around, fell on my lap
Yo, what the fuck
by our nagging doubts.
The new age and the restless nights.
We said we'd like to see the sites.
He said he'd like to take us.
We first made his
to be
Chorus
Good times for you and me
Good times for all humanity.
Verse 3
Somewhere by a river, I'll get for us a little place
The moon and stars
the FaceTime, 1 Skype and 3 Zooms
If I draw for the lead, turn that boy to cartoons
Got an inkling for colours but this ain't Splatoon
To my bird I'm a bear like
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