Lyrics:
a myth
Critical ethos of Will Smith
You can call me Gemini man
And can't get enough no
You know I can't get enough
You know I can't get enough
You know
came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old wild West
Quick
we will ride
To the wild west
We steal from the sun
An hour to party
We'll take back just one
In the wild west
We've outlawed the sun from our rum
painter but I will
Put a nigga in his own chalk
I let the 9 spill
I got a ill lil' shooter out in
Brownsville down for the wild deal
I'll feel blessed if
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
out the lights:
It got a little crazy.
I don't want to see us go,
The way of the buffalo:
Don't want to have another wild west show.
Hey yaw, Hey
Fahrenheit
Winds will freshen later tonight to south-west force six or seven
And there will be showers sometimes heavy in many
Oh sod it, I didn't wanna do
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
Rihanna got a bil'
They gotta deal with the sisters
In pursuit of happiness
I ask God to Will Smith us
Blessed are the meek
We inherit Earth and then we
within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
And I can hear the wild wind howling
And I can feel it in my bones
And I know that the howling will take me home
These men of violence, they have
Roll in like Eastwood, I will
You know I will
You got me all wild wild west
And puffing out my chest
It's every man for himself in this room
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
West Side is the town you will see me
Run through the city with the gold weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed
West
ready
Let's go
Well let's have a good time
Partying together on the wild side
(Aye) ain't nothing better
Were just living our best life
East west north
ready
Let's go
Well let's have a good time
Partying together on the wild side
(Aye) ain't nothing better
Were just living our best life
East west north
Machiavelli, I'm in the studio drunk then a motherfucker
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild,
Live, for all my dogs, for all my dogs out
you want to cry, cry, cry
Power Equality, Ghost Dog
For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God
Yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo,
remorse as the smith he cried
For his lost and murdered hound
'I will be your Cú now from this night
Till another you have found'
So he lay outside
In this bitch
Hit the switch
Never been rich
Young misfit
Hit em with the hitch
No will smith
On my kobe mix with melo blue and yellow
We on go we
shine on the west side
You know I'm sitting pretty right by your side
Said baby I'm down for you, down for you
I'm down for you, down for you (yeah,
$hort baby from the wild wild west
All the way from here to New York
Everbody's talking about sir Too $hort
The way I rap like a homerun hitter
Knocking
She's got a sticker on her pickup says made by Smith & Wesson
She's a little Texas twister in a big old black Stetson
She's an angel in red ropers
stupid
Don't worry about it
People will walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new solution
Transmit hit's with no
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