Lyrics:
The last day of June,
And the sun was a demon
The clouds were afraid
One ten in the shade,
And the pavement was steamin'
I told Billy Ray
In his red
on passe même plus par la case hospital
Pruébatelo a ti ahora, demuéstramelo, melo, melo ahora
Pruébatelo a ti ahora, muéstranoslo y no huyas
99% ceux qui
Billy banks that's the name bitch don't you forget it
Nigga why you hating there's a lot of money get you some
She telling me hat she don't trust none
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck you came
Why the fuck you came
Why, why the fuck you came
What you mean you ain't nasty
Why the fuck
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
a motherfuckin nigga with an attitude
I got a case, of spittin' in a motherfucker's face
So me and my ace, we got a taste
Of a motherfucker's billy club, he took
hermano
Para mi
Hey pat garrett
Tu eras también un billy the kid
Por fama y dinero te vendiste
Ahora vengo a matarte a ti
No, no, amigo
Yo lo dejé ir
the dreams I never dreamed
Put me in a t-shirt and my faded dungarees
Turn me into fire into something
Unpredictable and free
Billy understood why he was angry
magicien
Billy pourvu que tu m'aimes
Que mon nom s'enroule à ton nom
Si les gens s'aiment
Comme nous nous aimons
Les magiciens reviendront
Je suis
bitch
Money on my mind, a Billy Goat of my time
Commander in chief, all my soldiers fall in line, talkin' all the mess
I hear that boy tellin' lies, why
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
Why do I lie to you
(Why do I lie to you)
(Why do I lie to you)
When I know I would die for you
I don't know why why why why
Why do I lie to you
(Why
Why (why) must your (must your)
Love well be so dry
(why must your love well be so dry)
Say why must your love well be so dry
I just lay here crying
containment
Like I said this evil is resident
It all begins on a fucked up train
On a dark scary night in the wind and the rain
And Rebecca and Billy are slowly
seconds to explain to me
Why the fuck you playing games with me
Make a nigga dust off his automatic and bang what you thought kids
[ IS IT REALLY BILLY
Billy sat on the picket fence
Watched his mom leave again
Why couldn't she hear me?
Now he's crying in his car
Weeping with his guitar
Why couldn't
silly
Billy always wanted more
Plotting on another
Copping keys to like two dozen doors
Who you think I does it for
Stick is lit like Dombledore
Bitches
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
get rep to it
You get by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we roll
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what
don't know why
God I wish I could fucking cry fuck
Wish I could change the past
If I'm really kinda being brash
I've been backstabbed
By lovers and loved
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
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