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knifes that shouldn't be in the club If you can't have fun why don't you amscray Why would you pay ten bucks to be a lampshade Where you been all my night
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor Goes in water lillies Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray Crammed in a one-player campaign Blinker like a hallowed
mine or else its off with you amscray I’m the motherf****** talk of ya fanbase You might as well just walk into last place I’m in it like this is my
to amscray and I can't blame her Wanted her to believe in me but I can't make her My mama got a prophet out her labor But she still ain't seen the profit
gravity here." "That is good." -"Let's am-scray." "Alright." We have to mine this moon, for what we've lost back home Same dust that drapes my suit...
a wreck He brought the devil and sent us to heck He blew up the good vibes Got with the times and that's fine Well, by Jovian, it looks we gotta amscray
the handmade goods Make ‘em amscray from home to come and Get ‘em some of these tapes with musical taste Like a bag of kush, so start backing us ‘Cause our
All of y'all frail Telling tall tales AI writes your raps Nigga's souls is for sale Amscray Y'all can't leave a mark On the champ's face Algorithms
spirit amscray Yea, I’m on some gay shit I like my boys to tend me like a geisha Eternally, young, gifted, and black Uh That’s word to acacia Heard they
mister murder a mommy Majestic mammal, give birth to salami (Oh my God!) I work work work work every damn day. Full of doubt huh? You can amscray; I just
Frank oceans room is unapproachable These bitches know All the open toed Roads to roads and back alleyways I’m in a Amscray singing back Ondele Damn
were friends Now go amscray
that costs a quarter A regular beat for the star reporter Am-scray, punk, she's the king of New York Whod'a thunk, I'm the king of New York We was
like a suffix Global reign black day before I sack chase You think shit's sweet, you got bad taste Amscray vamoose I'm ansay Putting niggas on punishment
what ya friends say Tell em Amscray I'm tryna get to you On this AM Train Tryna make that body bounce on them bed springs Work it out, J. Cole Do
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