paroles de chanson Eulogy - Tilly
Yeah
let′s
rock
Aye
work
work
Flame
aye
it's
Tilly
I′m
the
coldest
nia
even
in
the
winter
time
The
hottest
in
the
summertime
Let
em
know
the
summers
mine
My
mind
is
like
a
magazine
My
vocal
cords,
an
auto
9
Producer
like
a
trigger
finger
Lyrics
just
like
Columbine
Xero
Gang,
that's
family
'til
the
death
of
me
Teach
em
how
to
cook
you
nias
up,
I
got
the
recipe
Gotta
earn
your
stripes
where
I′m
from,
and
I′m
a
referee
If
you
gotta
problem,
bullets
spot
em
like
a
leopard
be
If
you
gotta
problem,
know
they
armed
and
ready
Made
a
video,
it
starred
your
sister
mom
and
auntie
Asked
if
they
could
bring
a
friend,
shit
the
more
the
merry
I
say
lets
have
a
slumber
party,
now
they
draws
confetti
You
know
they
say,
what
goes
up,
must
come
down
Tell
em
if
my
dick
comes
up,
then
this
goes
down
I
said
that
shit
ten
toes
down,
I
stand
my
ground
Then
threw
all
the
kids
out
the
house,
girl
I
ain't
playing
around
All
a
nia
buy
is
Os
like
I′m
on
wheel
on
fortune
I
kill
the
rap
game,
they
ask
me
how
I
feel,
remorseless
I
lit
the
torches
nia,
ash
on
corpses
nia
Leave
his
face
looking
white
as
my
Michael
Jordan's
nia
Aye
no
let′s
work
No
i
ain't
done
I
got
Aye
uhh
alright
check
I′m
going
in
Ripping
this
beat
out
the
plastic,
like
nia
i
gotta
have
it
I'm
copping
it
by
the
O-Z,
my
marijuana's
jurassic
Cover
your
child′s
ears
cause
my
lyrics
sometimes
are
graphic
Any
nia
gotta
problem,
i′m
catching
his
ass
in
traffic
Ride
with
that
9,
passenger
just
like
Rajon
Rondo
Not
a
migo,
but
i
takeoff
when
i
hit
the
bando
Leave
em
offset,
when
my
drum
bang
like
i
play
the
bongo
11
on
Peyton
Manning,
i
long
bomb
that
bronco
Blast
em,
You
know
i'm
bout
that
action
These
hoes
is
on
my
line,
and
they
ask
to
have
interactions
They
telling
me
no
rubber,
but
I
know
thats
a
contraption
So
I
lay
em
up
under
me,
now
they
like
a
caption
All
they
can
do
is
look
up,
and
tell
a
nia
whats
sup
I
hear
you
speaking
faulty,
i′ma
tell
you
shut
the
fuck
up
6 on
Julius
Erving,
so
you
know
i
got
my
chucks
up
12
on
Jabari
Parker,
i
gotta
get
my
bucks
up
Hoes
tell
me
they
loving
me,
reality
they
love
the
D
See
I
live
in
luxury,
thats
why
they
wanna
fuck
with
me
Travel
tryna
look
for
T,
like
Christopher
discovered
me
Asking
me
to
cuff
em
please,
to
go
commit
adultery
Naa
nia,
momma
taught
me
better
than
that
Now
i
got
leather
on
my
sleeves
like
its
a
letterman
jack
They
only
book
my
shows
at
night
like
David
Letterman
acts
Im
looking
fresh,
them
boys
is
asking
where
them
peppermints
at
Aye
where
my
regiment
at?
Xero's
they
posted
out
back
You
come
in
flexing
with
that
cash,
then
you
gone
leave
without
that
Then
you
say
you
gone
get
revenge,
but
we
really
doubt
that
You
keep
on
talking,
squad
have
a
barrel
where
your
mouth
at
You
better
watch
how
you
working
it,
9 to
5 a
working
shift
Xero′s
got
the
rocket
power,
like
a
bunch
of
surfing
kids
Call
us
hosts
and
waiters,
they
way
that
i'm
about
to
serve
this
shit
Y′all
flow
is
so
2008,
y'all
nias
love
to
jerk
and
shit
Man,
when
y'all
boys
gone
catch
up
with
the
times?
My
boys
off
them
jets,
like
Geno
standing
next
to
Ryan
These
3s
under
my
belt,
like
i
confessed
that
i′m
orion
Trunk
got
3 12s,
scaring
y′all
just
like
the
mayans
They
giving
me
they
2 cents,
they
say
that
i'ma
nuisance
This
is
song
is
like
a
teacher,
and
the
listeners
my
students
They
say
i′m
all
talk,
so
my
flow
gotta
prove
it
Y'all
know
my
time
is
now,
like
i′m
from
Massachusetts
Shouts
to
John
Cena,
but
Tilly
looking
cleaner
Double
cups
and
blunts
inside
the
7 series
Beemer
Say
you
gotta
problem,
I'm
cooling,
I
call
the
team
up
They
ratchets
cause
more
racket
than
Venus
and
Serena
It′s
Tilly

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