Lyrics:
know that I love you
We're blessed by the divine
And this time, it's going to be forever
Heads in the clouds
While we're floating on pleasure
Leave all
named Peaches
She often wanted me to fuck her trampy ass on them beaches
But bust it, yo, Peaches
Be fuckin' around with me, instead of fuckin' her man
must go get thou some dough" (Get thou some dough, woah)
Fuck is you standing there for? (Woah)
You with the gang? you gon' pour me four, you gon' pop
mother would use
Your bloody confused
And I'm unamused
You don't wanna see come through with the one two
Some sort of Kung Fu
Anything fun for you
I'm feelin' up I can't feel low
It just takes hold you can't control
Just go with the flow and let it go
You ready to rock cause I'm ready to roll
Scribe it on papyrus with a reed stylus like it's sacred and religious
For you wise guys I can make it calmplex, gray brain changed to purpleX
Pique your
and a 100 gallon keg of beer and
Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started takin' requests
Well don't get me wrong boys this is
Oh, ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for
In this corner, weighing 175 pounds
With a record of 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4
Johnny "J" Pomona's own
KMG the Illustrator (Uh)
King Von, Left Eye, and Aaliyah (yeah)
Natina Reed, , and Double D in the streets
It's like they hate you
be about love
All the things we are so afraid of
For God's sake drag us out with you By the shoulders through the buffer zone
We might be frozen
If you snore like ee-or then you best be raw
Cause I'll turn up
Boy I ain't gang, I ain't gonna put a gun up
Ima bun up when it's sun down
Finish
That's just a snare, don't be afraid of the snare
I'm an evil genius, disobedient, villain you hate to love
Mischievous, mysterious,
Jimmy’s Fallon’s
Wasn’t ever. Shit sweet only havoc and how it’s hitting at your palette
By the minute. I think you’ll have the salad
I chase the liquor
the Glock by my belt
I fade with the 3 like I'm steph
Curry
Curry
Steph curry
I'm cooking a turkey
Niggas be playing
You know that I'm working
I never come up
B
She be anybody you want her to be
Fucking comes quite naturally, she pop a plan B,
if need B
She do it all for the bag, she checking the price tag
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
Eastside ABM the Roob and Lil B type
I'm Always Black Mobb Bitch the Co and Cle type
They fuck with me kuz this cheap price and that's on Pree life
The real
from terminal two
I'm comfortable times it by two
I'm thinking I'll be there for you
I'm comfortable with her perfume
Think it's Jo Malone or Jimmy Choo
Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his
deglamorize
Emotion lotion scented with lies
Bowie and Reed, how we used to party
We talked 'bout shit all night long
When did you fall in love with
Mm--"Is she really going out with him?
"Well, there she is, Let's ask her"
"Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?"
"Mm-hm"
"Gee, it must be
ON THE CLAY WITH SILT ON MY HANDS
YOU CAN FIND ME HERE
ALL LAID OUT PIECE BY PIECE
plate we break
Was cracked by scattered needles
The little minute gong coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see
Before you stand
Hey ho never
above my heart dimands I call out satans bluff. Just die man don't be tempting me with angel dust You dranking spade up in the club it's plain and Frank
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