Quotin dogmatic verse while your at it Wha'ssup that attic Wha'ssup that static Enough with that static i'm done Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy
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habits Quotin dogmatic verse while your at it Wha'ssup that attic Wha'ssup that static Enough with that static i'm done Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy
dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad
ain't sayin' leave him But you need to like roll wit me 'Cause I can see you ain't happy here When I look in your eye, you a bird You gotta spread your wings
us talk DJ's record our conversations You good round other people especially kids You make them happy even brothers doin' their bids And I ain't jealous at all go out and spread your wings
tell him that he wrong So excuse me I wanna go and kiss the sky Cause these wings that I was given were inteded to fly (chorus x8) (Verse 2) Everybody mad
dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon [Nicki Minaj] Roman, Roman! stop it, stop it! you've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad
we Wake n Bake rappers Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions Y'all on Gilligan's Island: find a greater Captain Haha! victory laugh. Even my photographer's happy Picture me mad
against all, all for real (Starvin' Harlem) Yo, yo, Elohim, with the rhyme scheme and when the lyrics Leave the mouth they look like light beams with wings
Give your candy man, love to love dem suga walls Wrote your name in the sand on the beach an you ain't called at all You jus mad he ain't mad, I've
know, that shit crazy as a mothafucka" "Yo, I can't even explain that bitch, man." [Boobonic] This bitch feel like wind from an angel, spreadin' his wings
is sticky an' hickeys are her specialty E wants her, but she saves the good stuff for me Her name is Kanday, she's dandier than Dandy Don You're mad an' I'm happy
I done for her lately? I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy" Still sport khakis, got
Remember that time I made you so mad? Last week, right, ha ha, you know that, it's not like it's all that rare, so put it here and let me cherish the
[Madrox] What'll make him mad Give him fight back Give him new reason to get lost Inside a hide track Everybody lost now They need an anthem to choose
fresh out of Geppeddo's woodwork asylum cedar frame, wire-bound knuckles let a tug of the puppeteer steer my hustle well when a page becomes a squire, re-engage, clap your wings
Maybe this is no m'aidez, m'aidez The higher we climb, the smaller we seem Mad with possibilities No design, a zigzag girl is Happy with the Western
