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thing that he had made, and, behold, it was the best thing he could do.
Finally, after sleeping the whole weekend, Leonard is waked up by his old friend
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he kept the Glock, E-I-E-I-O
With a Glock pop here, and a Glock pop here
Here a pop, there
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
cockadoodledooass
Man, nigga fuck that wholeass entireass
Old macdonald had a farm lookin ass biiiiiiitch
I'd rather be crazy than a traitor-ass fucknigga
the type
Got a black lives matter sign on the front porch
Never had a black person in the house
Yeah, it's time to call 'em out
Virtue signal
this that fly talk, smoke it, you'll get high off
The best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk
Or the stop sign, or the shots flying
From
sweeter than old Sadie
Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards
And I was almost famous,
If you're feeling kind of froggy and you jump you get dissected
Oh dear, I can't believe that I had to set this shit straight, man
Old ears, I hope
Old McDonald had a farm
Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick
(Is he dead?)
You can run but you can't hide, I find ya
Just when you think the shit is over,
what she saw that day was that the garden had bloomed into a vibrant image of hope.
[A Little Italian Farm]
War Correspondent 3:
This is the story
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
LONG
IN A WORLD RULED BY THE YOUNG
THERE'S A LIMO OUTSIDE TO TAKE ME DOWN TO THE FARM
I WATCHED YOU TODAY AS YOU GOT UP AND LEFT WITH THE SUN
YOUR LIPS
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
fucking favorite rapper's rap jaw
I don't give a shit
Big or tall, short or small
I'll cut your dick off and sit it on Trump's wall
Then spray paint
the niggaz who terrorized the old school
So don't try me or buy me a beer
Just stay off my dick nigga * echoes *
and 1930s most American cars and farm machinery had the option of running on gas or on methanol; most racing cars still do run on methanol. And George
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
said the young woman:
“I've seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one”.
“So much wiser is what I have become”.
“Our contract is an old one” she
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Just don't get yourself busted by the man
Tell them Dallas
Yea we filled us up a dump truck load
And the farm looked like the yellow brick road
Ain't
really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints,
feel your persona distortion ordered by martyrs
Who martyr self for martyr's sake
Wow fame, if notoriety grew adjacent a jealous dick
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