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right now is that it was inspired by my little sister, Cheryl, she's someone who loves to remember our memories. And whenever I hear certain Christmas
and don't get stuck
Okay
By the way, that's me on the organ
Aw, Jeez
You start
Okay
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me, a beer
and don't get stuck
Okay
By the way, that's me on the organ
Aw, Jeez
You start
Okay
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me, a beer
shot
He'll see blood then see the crypt
(Crip) keeper if sticks chop my shit got
Punch after punch from the rip Aak
And t
rapper my bars Christmas
Cooked like a bar & grill I
Spit these bars in your grill
Homer bluehead keep a mag I'm Bart Simpson
My bars mention muscle bars
And going to the league is tough
So after I signed your basketball I said
"Keep it up!"
But instead of lacin' sneakers up
I was keepin' them heaters tucked
My
of saliva with the hyper aggression
Next it's that immortal training, the shit that always keeps you guessing
In my musical session, learn your fucking lesson
search then use the song as a massage after a hard day's work
And if it's true that music calms the savage beast
Play this cut in the jungle and put
search then use the song as a massage after a hard day's work
And if it's true that music calms the savage beast
Play this cut in the jungle and put
Accompaniment to illustrious vibration
The Kick-drum let's the snare pop
That boom-bap makes your head bop
To the musical melodies synthesized by the key
Bored
bitch I got some out cause I got it in my pocket so I saved it for later
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you
I'ma
don't judge her
Cause all I do is love her,
Listen Work Out she gon play it for another
Track after track
I'm making money for my brothers
2 outa 4, 2
the Websters definition of
I ask this Christmas to show more love
Ever since my father died, I'd spent more time with bitterness
In solitary like I'm serving
the honeys, you don't get no love
You make music for these assholes that be on the block
I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock
Come on ya'll,
off
Keep my energy I'll pay it soon
Coming soon, little do I know I just fell in poon
I kiss foreheads and send ya love and bring more bread
I'm
knuckles that try
To take money from me
See my money funny, n' I ain't joke a lot
Cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke a lot
I got an herb problem
N' I ain't even
knuckles that try
To take money from me
See my money funny, n' I ain't joke a lot
Cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke a lot
I got an herb problem
N' I ain't even
Then use the song as a massage
After a hard day's work
And if it's true that music
Calms the savage beast
Play this cut in the jungle and
Put the lions
tracks
After tracks after tracks after tracks
Haters keep on laughing
Don’t bother me mutha fucka I’m rappin
Got more bread
Than you’ll ever have man
don't clown, the got love for my sound
They want to see a party go down
With a cigarette burning past the filter, degrees
In the club hot mic feeds,
Have to block it
Any energy imma block it out
Keep 3 hoes with me just like I'm santa
I'm all bout my bucs like I'm playing with Tampa
Black and white
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