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a prostitute
You don't like well I love it fool
Last time I listened to someone's views was on Drake's album fool
Am caught between I hate booze and I'll just
wack
Stick with the sick style for the serious
Hip-Hop lovers can't get enough of this
Black tracks on wax are so smooth
You can't get help but
grateful for all of the people
Who are trying to expose all the evil Agenda that's in Hollywood yeah
I Wanna make music and wanna be Golden but unlike
an unlimited edition
Put a "r" in my love run conditional
Hago esto por mi familia
They say I look different but I sound familiar
I pray to Allah to be blessed
watch is big as Chris Bosh
I Like it when she suck me raw
Watches never tik tok
Slidin movement goin stupid
Boy who you foolin I'm big dawg
I get em by
days n ain't poppin' shit
My flow is so crazy it need Ritalin
Know a junkie that died n he ain't believe shit
Yea I swear by Allah I'm still mad at that
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang
travels
Beyond the shell which holds the soul
Controlled by the Allah I'll be the most humble
But also punishable
For those who are unlawful
too soft
That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer
fish through
Wish you were here, hearing us live
we’re just grateful you selected us
So many albums out there are just collecting dust
A brief pause
a classic album
Something I can play for years just leave it on repeat
I hate the way the game is being played
I talk loose like I'm a few modelos deep
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest
should be little faith
But you call me words that I shouldn't be
Mighty, great and courageous
Your words of life are contagious
Your words of life put
grateful when the rest of them are dead
I feel like I'm on pins and needles
How many bands can rip off the Beatles?
And every day there is another
Band
with they stories and they farfetched
Pills by the 100's...dont be asking if they are pressed
I get the real shit with the R X....Yes
My bitch shaped
they are gone
We don't need them, they are trash since then, we mock of them
God is so weak, so feeble and sick, enjoy his agony
God is dead, forgotten
I was born for this life, born for this life
Shawty, yeah yeah yeah, I want you by my side, yeah uh
I was born for this life
Shawty, yeah yeah, I
inside than I already do at this point in time. I have never had so many albums influenced by one person as I do in this point in time this is not a badge
Walls are blocking my periphery
You've got me by the collar, babe
I will not run, I shall behave
But when I get out of line again
You'll whip me into
Baby D On The Beat
We Make Good Music
Fragments are falling apart
T in man without a heart
Or the heart of the cards
Play my part for the stars
So
Every thing stew by the grace Of Allah
That why We are grateful for All that you do
God your mercies overload
And you bless us over dose
Your grace thats
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