Lyrics:
Sunshine it's a friend of mine,
At the school line, checkin' all the boys who were fine,
We were in line when we got the first sign,
The boy
All of our horses ride tough
To win the battle all we need
Is God voice to line up
God voice to line up
To win the battle all we need
Is God voice
been to college though
Bad bitches, line em up
Knock em down like dominos
Get it in, I'm on my shit again
Pull up to the club, Ferrari or the Benz
If
David Bowie - Fly
The televisions on and I'm walking throught the yard
How's this life that sweet when I'm crying in the car
Dying for
lines, stressin, conversation about dyin it's Thugline
That niggaz be askin who is he?
It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucka it's K-Mizzy
[Krayzie]
about Ivor Biggun
I wandered lonely as a clod
Where folks could never find me
With several yards of pork clarinet
Trailing on the ground behind me
But
started sellin' leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have hummers
Big as hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
Damm dog, you been in here
My grandpa was a carman on the C&O lines
He worked there forty years until they made him retire
And I remember him telling me the times would get
cash
To that cash
Like a
40 Yard dash, Yard dash
Yard dash
Got them haterz
Big mad, Big mad
Big mad
All you haterz
Kiss my ass, Kiss my ass
Kiss my ass
All last summer in case you don't recall
I was yours and you were mine forget it all
Is there a line that I could write
Sad enough to make you cry
will go to yard knowing that I tried
I don't wear a bally, i'm not like the rest
I'm scared of no one I can say that with chest
I ain't rapping to try
the gas)
Jump out your bushes early morning
While you dump the trash
(While you pow, pow, pow)
In your yard with leaf blower
Like I'm cutting grass (With
I got chemicals that you don't want to breathe
If you got hope, just pray for me
When I look into the yard it's so serene
Depicting so much art yeah
D cup wid a eighth in it
Tell her keep up wen she weighs the ting
Ligh but the sticks dark dont play wid it
Holds it in the yard wher the table is
money then nigga don't hit my celly
Don't hit my celly
Don't hit my line... please don't hit my line
Money counter on love the sound
Money counter on love
swerving이야
When i sink in palbin ya
And i drippin on the yard on the yard on the yard
Yeah i'm drippin on your 마디 with my card with my car
In sicko mode when i
line shoppers man no diggity no doubt just captured my last land scape yard field top gane glance i wish it sent tint mean I'm me dark I mean there be
flickering, thunderstorms
Land and Liberation what I hunger for, yo
Land and Liberation what I hunger for
Fields yield fruit, more trees than a lumber yard
charge at the door them hoes hit the floor, we have club nights in my trunk
Cause it's an earthquake when I park, I keep a UFO in my yard
My wheels so
I remember a boy in his back yard
And all the games he used to play
Looking for armies to conquer
And dragons to slay
Fearlessly seeking adventure
Keep it Burning
Like a Furnace
Na Na Na Na Na
StillVillN
Is willing
I'll be giving
My Love
There's a fine line between love
Hate
I know you can't
be me with no holds barred
Thank you for the chance to enhance this old car
This old jar of moonshine is but
Two fine lines on a blank sheet but so far
The boy child is locked in the fisherman's yard
There's a bloodless moon where the oceans die
A shoal of night stars hang fire in the nest
I see your money on the floor I
Felt the pocket change though all
The feelings that broke through
That door just didn't seem to be too real
The yard
Discuss these yard line Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In