. Everything that comes out of my trombone. Fire and brimstone, Fire and brimstone. Fire and brimstone, Fire and brimstone Shot guns blast, you hear it ring so loud. Follow bout the sirens happens all year
Shorty, this way. Bounce, bounce. Bounce, bounce. C'mon, c'mon shorty. Bounce, bounce. Bounce, bounce. Bounce with me I met her at a naughty show. I'm thinkin' 'bout velacio. But, what you
