Lyrics:
pull up by Frank shop
Chapter thirty seven, three hundred fifty-seven
One hundred fifty-seven, hit you with seven
Crack up your rib, lift up your melon
and
The top is the place we calling our home (Gon wage up)
Now watch the throne (Watch the throne)
Once again (Once again)
What are you on n*gga? (What are you
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
custom's man.... "What, please... come over here please, where have you just come from?" 'Arry's
going, "Whoah look, f'king not that it's any of your
be
Kwame Despite me p3 no sika no be
Kennedy Agyapong me p3 no sika no be
Y3 p3 s3 y3 sisamu
From foos to designer
No more coins we are now
We are as close as three-part harmony, wouldn't you agree?
And if by chance our romance ended it would surely be the end of me
Some people might
Dissaly
Hey yo man turn up my vocals
Mhen I ain't fucking with these locals
Where am from if you don't grind
You stay broke
That's why we stay woke
would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves
a lovegame, play a lovegame
Do you want love, or you want fame?
Are you in the game? Dans, the lovegame
I can see you staring there
From across the block
With
falconet
World's smallest bird of prey
Giraffe's neck may be long
But only seven vertebrae
That's the same as you
Would find in anybody, you or me
But can
How's it going?
Good
You?
Fair
Yeah, tell me
Russian Tea Room
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I think I got a job
Where?
True
we're fully shown of it's made 2 a lie
You see disciples are the cowards so afraid to die
It was blood in my eyes as I was denied three times by Peter
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
you ain't eating with you squad, you's a hoe nigga
That's from the heart
Never pump kool-aid when we on a mission
That's 24/7 like a waffle cook in
a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way seventy-seven: touch him as you pass by
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred
from every where
Shit I still get down
So just sit down
When my thoughts stops crawling
Time to sit down
With yet I go wrong
You got to hit
kids on the map
Smoking weed to relax forever
Searching for a map to a place where they ain't under attack
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock
leave by my side lets creep from the back
Bloody Mary, bloody Mary, bloody Mary
Where the fuck is you at?
Lets go on a trip, create a new pack
Ya' deads
the Lord n))r edey provide
Blessed be unto the holy God
No disrespect came from afar
)s) y3mu before things fall apart
Mekae paa under the rule of King
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you
light
Where they're used to play run away from the depot man
Now the train just don't stop here anymore
No the train just don't stop here anymore
Mary
emancipated?
My Ireland you are
Bosco knocking on a magic door
Zebo and the Haka in Thomond Park
You are Birdsong from a Lark
Fenians, farmers, freemasons
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You
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