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burn?
[pause]
VILLAGER #3: B--... 'cause they're made of wood...?
BEDEMIR: Good!
CROWD: Oh yeah, yeah...
BEDEMIR: So, how do we tell whether she is
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
the power stage, but a faultless performance here saw the seasoned Brit smash the course record by just over 3.5 seconds, with a head-turning leap over
and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got
and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got
all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please?
These H-Town trees be a hundred
time for none of the bitch shit
It's all defined
By what you doing now
Is you gonna get it now
cre you gonna wait around
Or are you gonna put it down
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
I dash out
id get 3 more if i could
surrounded by ice and I cash out
why am I misunderstood
sometimes it feel like im lost in the woods
take a look
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
moments a Hustle
And everybody ain't gone love you
When it's harder to touch you
Ima G.A.N.G.S.T.A
C.R.I.P
Movin times 3
Out In D-wood
Where I'm livin all
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
river bottoms.
I chopped and I carried 314 arm loads of stoved
Wood; 100 buckets of coal, and I carried a gallon of
Kerosene 18 miles and lost a good
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Nine-one
Nine-one-one when they see us in the porches
Supa V baby that ce me
Run my streams I got 3 TVs
Roll my woods baby I got weed
She like my C
R-I-P
I
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
and to the wood grain in my labo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
When niggas catch
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
This is G twenty-three we on fuck with Berettas
Lil' bitch think I'ma stain try ya luck I'ma stretch ya
In this wood it's Lil' P smokin' nothin' but
just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy
The peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off
Like you think you can
By
deep inside of they pack
Fucked off I'ma bet they felt
Fuck a hundred
I'm a hundred and ninety-nine to the T
Asshole by Nature bitch
Cause it define who
of chrome
Yeah I rock three stripes, but I still got a check
Need yellow signs cause the floor been getting wet
Might need to sign
When it's my time
On my
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