Lyrics:
Rrrr
Yeah
Rik Hamale
Eyy Holy drip
St. Laurent on my feet
Men come through and they lit
All our pockets stay fit yeah
Holy Shit
Scott bezel all on my
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
eleven
Place of rest after death? Heaven
Favorite dessert; chocolate chipcake
Favorite dance mine, the Heavy D Shake
Run, my territory, I will say
is Hussein, give a fuck who your mans be
My shoes got dials, they ain't got laces
If you got beef, I show up with many faces
Been to many places
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
They said, O ruler of the land, indeed he has an old father who will grieve for him
So take one of us in his place
Indeed we see that you are a kind man
cameraman, I'm shinin' in my skin
For eight-figures I'm Aubameyang, I go and sign the ting
Aight, I never wonder 'bout who I coulda been, cah I am it
Rose
secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood, as moonbeams haunt the sky
Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral
And who will say that I stayed much too long?
Clothes of sand have covered your face,
Given you meaning but taken my place,
So make your way on down
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
got to
The first-row
Center
And that performance
Changed my life
Sports and soccer
Were cool
But this
That feeling
You know
Let me
Let me take a step
a verse and a chorus
I'm only surrounded by my thoughts and melody played on the six strings of my guitar
Your pen left you behind and who's responsible
If
give your life for
You can get skyed by, served like a drive by
Yah I meant drive thru like
How? what? why? who?
Take you off the map and have
Your
cheese like a mouse
Like a date bitch my killer will take em out (Gtlow)
Infected with insects then bitch we'll come raid ya house (Bow, boom, bow)
Thats
minute
Never leaving till am finished
Shey na turn by turn
Got my eyes on the clock
This life will give you lemons
Squeeze some leave some for others
knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky
Earth rim walker seeks his
Yeah! Guess who it is!
Ayo, Dre, I think they in trouble
Woo!
Scott Storch, why you have to do it like this to 'em?!
Feels like a new day!
You better take it in stride
Cause there's a whole lotta snakes looking to break in your pride
And I wouldn't wanna be one of em who catches the side
produced
I might take all my exes and
Put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the boo-
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you
the wilderness
We will never find you ‘till you come
To tell us where you been so Oli
Who you gonna be? Call yourself Walker
But you never seem to leave, like,
to him.)
PILATE
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy.
(He walks slowly towards the other GUARDS.)
PILATE
Now ... anyone else feel
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
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