got me Searched the sand And climbed the tree And brought me back down And all I can say Is you blow me away Like an apple on a tree Hiding out
Clean white tee tucked and I ain't givin it a fuck King diamonds for the wify, 15 karats for da soulja truck Blow to da bone 2.2 pearly gold and I'm still
my stles so cold holla for the gold some say im to drunk some say im to blowed and rollin kilos im stackin these Cnotes watchin my cheeses grow and blowin on trees
] Word around town is I pop these P's, word around town is I hold these G's, word around town is I blow these trees, word around town is Baby Beesh
wall betta gaurd your jaw we handlin bi'ness Servin this game like tennis we up in this mean Muggin Crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin Blowin our trees
all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me [Baby Beesh] My lifestyle so cold, holla for the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed
all in my mug and I was wondering if I lokked familiar or something but if not let me hit you up see I ain't on that tender stuff cause I blow it down
hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) [Verse 3: Fabolous] It's the kid with the D. O. double G. After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees My eyes are below
is wide; trees are burnt, Been a while since you stood here, You feel cold, so alone, Yet the wind whispers ?hello? and it blows, When it blows? ?
, rock rock Rockin' robin' Blow rockin' robin 'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee Every little bird in the tall oak tree
Oooh Foolish of me, I couldn't see The forest for the trees You've been so true I've been so cruel to you Oh, girl please don't leave me Chorus : If
Oooh Foolish of me, I couldn't see The forest for the trees You've been so true I've been so cruel to you Oh, girl please don't leave me Chorus :
Ain't got no pad Ain't got no apples Ain't got no knife Ain't got no guns Ain't got no garbage Ain't got no draft card Can't take no trip Can't blow
burnt them, Refugees die in boats, headed for peace, Is anyone scared of death here' Not in the least, I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree
bloodying your shoes? Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools What of the wind, I recall it was serenity's end When the breeze would come and the trees
to have fun This is our world, from here to your hood Lock me up now, it's okay to feel good I got a friend named Flow Who got a friend named Blow
the ballpark In my Lamborghini speeding, you a golf cart California dream, Amsterdam reality Life aint what it seems These the thoughts weed pull outta me Blow through a thousand trees
