Beyond Death

Beel

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Beel

A beel (Bengali and Assamese: বিল) is a billabong or a lake-like wetland with static water (as opposed to moving water in rivers and canals - typically called khaals in Bengali, in the Ganges - Brahmaputra flood plains of the Eastern Indian states of West Bengal, and Assam and in the country of Bangladesh. The term owes its origins to the word of the same pronunciation meaning "pond" and "lake" in the Bengali and Assamese languages. more »


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Bro trying to f*ck with snow now I'm prejudiced
Two hands, five on it, the necklace
Big bodies, 04' to 16
Real niggas all ride the big screens
Oh I'm hating on all these wilding celebrities
Niggas buggin' like they don't know what heaven is
Bitch niggas all ride, but never lead
All this fronting shit this nigga oh he over
I do not know you
Niggas dissin', they think I'ma show you
What niggas might go through
Four, five, six, man, I might as well roll you
These bullets might fly through
I'ma get your mans oh they goin' right by you
Man I'm not tied to
Not reppin' flags, neither crippin' or pyru
Get the bag, then I'm dippin' on guys too
Leave the bad bitches, please don't cry
Leave his mans sayin', please don't die
Man f*ck the sauce, I'm like seasoned fries
You like real bums who just fake bleed
Your music bunk, it's like fake weed
Oh, you're baggin' pennies on your JC
On your JC, wait
He don't want it, now she want it
I'll do it to you check them green hundreds
Don't step behind me, I'll ski on it
I'm Larry Jordan, two threes on it
F*ck them Nike tags, I will bleed on it
Bro a real shooter, two greens on him
I will f*ck your bitch if she fiend on it
Feel like Michael Jackson, Billie Jean on it
And she singin' on some Alicia shit
No, I got the keys, no Alicia, bitch
I'm on top, nigga, like a bleacher, bitch
He said 500 for a feature rich? Wait
Know, I'm mad far, but you taxin' niggas for a bad car
And you actin' like you got mad bars
And you hangin' out where them rats are
Make you get your pride like the ladies do
My bitch bad like the latest coupe
I said, got his ass, I'ma fade his dude
I'm a real hustler, I don't pay to shoot, you say
I'ma pay this dude
Man, f*ck these niggas and the lady too
She a slim thick, the bitch shady too
And I made this shit, I'ma pay my dues
Man get outta here with that ratchet shit
I'ma f*ck your bitch when I'm back, she thick
And she wanna pic, but that's wack as shit
Shorty put my name on a plaque and shit
When I'm done, the bitch go to suckin' dick
And I wanna switch to another chick
Say you runnin' round with a hundred clips
And I'm runnin' round with a hundred bitches I say
I do not know you
Niggas dissin' niggas, I'ma show you
Hunnid' bitches I say f*ck the bitch
like a hunnid bitches I'ma
4-5-6, man, I might as well roll you
And I rap bars and this
I might crack yalls I might
I might clap ___ I
She do mad bars
Wait
She do mad bars
On my Lukey shit rap mad bars
She wanna run from me like she a track star
I told the, bitch I got a bad heart
Hitting me up outta gas like a bad car
I'm steppin' mad, man I feel like I'm tweakin
Clippin' bad bitches, not on the weekend
You got lost, nigga now you not breathin
I got, don't leave me, I'm back, nigga, wait
You runnin' them caps, nigga like
Like runnin' in slacks, nigga
I'm back, nigga, I'll run around and clap niggas
I'll dunk around the Shaq niggas
These wack niggas, they duckin' Afflack, niggas
She runnin' them laps, nigga, these bad bitches
Bad, bad, bad bitches, they fuckin' real rap, niggas like
Bro tryna f*ck with snow, now I'm prejudiced
Two hands, five on it the necklace
Big bodies, 04' to 16
Real niggas all ride the big screens
Oh, I'm hatin' on all these wilding celebrities
Niggas buggin' like they don't know what heaven is
Bitch niggas all ride, but never leads
All this fronting shit this nigga oh he overseas
All this fronting shit this nigga on he overseas
Ten niggas, they all fall and never leave
And who are you? These fan niggas, been over these
Fifty fake friends, they all hoes, they never seed
I was tryna f*ck the bitch, but she would never leave
Five bitches in one week, I'm on the killing spree
Niggas talk shit, tell me pull up and then they 20 deep
I was just tryna show out like the 70s
I might clap y'all, I might
I might rap bars I might
I might Shaq y'alls, I might
I might
I might

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