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Williams Paul What Would They Say

And the worn out city faces Would they carry on and on When they found out we were gone Or would they let us go Would they tag along Or would they know

crowds And the worn out city faces Would they carry on and on When they found out we were gone Or would they let us go Would they tag along Or would they

crowds And the worn out city faces Would they carry on and on When they found out we were gone Or would they let us go Would they tag along Or would they

be out in venice shit They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit If T.I.P is kobe then fuck

of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy Clairvoyant

be out in venice shit They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit If T.I.P is kobe then fuck

be out in venice shit They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit If T.I.P is kobe then fuck

(Chorus x2) They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah this is a time we destroy and rebuild it They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is

I be out in venice shit They say weezy jobbed, nigga I'm on my bidness shit They say Drake Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit If T.I.P is kobe then fuck