Johnny works in a factory and billy works downtown Terry works in a rock'n'roll band Looking for that million-dollar sound Me I don't do nothing much,
] [Gucci Mane - Verse 3] It's me Gucci I'm the shit bitch you smell me Ain't no need to check ya sneakers Three bricks, plus a split wit' me, then bitch
the maniac street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me
to me Hit the band If you hear any noise It's just me and the boys Hit me, you gotta hit the band (Swing low, sweet chariot) (Coming forth to carry
others just pretend to be Soft raving baby, life's lovely Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me The girl's textin' me talkin' about gettin'
I don't need it Shit I got problems, can you help me out? Shout a little louder if you're sure that you hear me Fear me not, I'm just another average
was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the
I see Comin' for to carry me home There was a band of angels a comin' after me Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me
money young niggas got to have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the Louis band
jam, nigga, pull it and pops him Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss And bury me like my father on a cross And carry
It was easy for me Up so high in my tree Living off of wonderland Living with an unknown band Waiting there for everyman There was change in the air
're about to shake me to pieces Shell-shocked supersonic blonde Hyperphonic female Dark sunglasses on Everyone is here to see Her all girl rock band Vortex pulls me
Jordan What do you think I'd see I saw a band of holy angels And they're comming after me I cried... Meet me meet me Jesus Meet me in the middle of
So we split to nail a rumor About some work in New Orleans A twenty fed the tank Two bucks fed the band Maybe we could make it Down in jambalaya band
t carry the world upon your shouldes. for well you know tha is a fool, who plays it cool, by making his world, a little colder. Hey Jude, Don't let me
yoga, I don't believe in kings, I don't believe in Elvis, I don't believe in Zimmerman, I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me, Yoko and me
, I'm losing you You say you're not getting enough That I remind you of all that bad stuff Well, tell me what am I supposed to do? I just put a band