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nadal dla nas
Nie ma tematów o których mówić nie wypada
Bez ograniczeń swym językiem ci wykładam
Byś teraz odetchnął od pop gówna i techno
Wkrótce oni

up now her p***y is like a minivan
Pop another xan take another hit
What's another shot in a night like this
Yeah that's a rollie on my fucking wrist

Because I see it's mine
I ain't blind, hell Lil' Debbie Can sell our cream pies

You leakin, leakin, soakin wet From all our freakin' skeetin
69 finger

I'll pop you like a register
Behind every computer
Is my competitor
This a'int foreign
Its just something that you never saw
This that home grown
Im bout

and my guys we gon get lit, slicing the pies, catching the trips  
Seeking the highs, chasing the thrill, life is a dream, experience is real 
Me and guys

In the spring of 1930 a beauty queen was born.
By an old town of Seminole, raised on a Scarborough farm.
Her daddy was the sheriff in this town

slapp double rr it got chicken box freckles in da scalp fuck a drought getem in and out had to switch da route yea ima pop my shit until my eyes klosed

the gang makin Mud pies
All these hoes, they full with lies
Growin up you realize time flies
I don't got no time to stand by
Do this for the ones that lost

The uncivilized uncomfortable
Like the intake nurse for doctor Huxtable
Can you see me
I'm walking into traffic distracted
By all the real news,

giving niggas cuts, yeah we callin them some pies
Yeah we come through blick em up, when we caught em by surprise
Give them lil niggas tardy passes cause

they be callin' me but I don't wanna catch a case (Yah)
From the album to the family time I got too much on my plate (Pop out)
But why do so many suckers

Had to go and get some racks,  leave that fuck shit in the past 
Pop my shit I got em mad, expensive clothing checking the tag 
Bitch it's hallows in

She’z Badd
                      By: AC Da’ Perfecto

Chorus: Dj Scratch-”OOO She’z Bad”
                      “ “    “ “
               “Just

La Familia

Cormega

Hustler/Rapper

2002

knocked and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you didn't hide the safe now she's fuckin in your fly estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind

pops off
Then we'll be side-by-side, obvy
I wish you all the best
But that's never life's story
Cos if Whitney was the moral
How would you define Bobby?

trench coat
Run up on me
We gon' let it pop like Coke and Mentos
I'm a trap star, baby
I can't love no damn ho
I got real hundreds in
I never made

like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a least five
Four more what you see you can't tell me
Walked in like the first

neck on flex, ooh

I pop a Molly like it's an m&m, Joey
Wrapping the white like I'm talking Eminem
Joey
Talking bout trueys I got like ten of them
And by

SOLD/
WE FELL IN TO THE FOLD/
THE SWEET SMELL THE DOE/
ENCHcNTED BY THE GLOW/
SOMETHING TERRIBLE/
SLOPPY MOVES OBEYING POPS
UNBEcRcBLE/
HE MY McN FITTY

fog. Put my heart on pause I can't believe it naw. Baby g in the streets, really just wanna ball. Got you inked on my sleeve, pops on the other arm. No

Men of Respect [Album Version]

Kasino & The Lox

Nasty Girl

1998

Luchion 
Yo I don't toss it when I pop I just run up in the spot 
Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot 
In the back yard, used to have

gon' cock-ride
Who you know got ties with gangstas that chop pies
I swear these are not lies
My verses'll scare you if I took you counter-clockwise
Every

ujebie go brzeszczot
Życie matowe ale dla niego jest matowa S ką
Tu ludzie zdychają jak pies by dzieci nie żyły pod kreską

Ja nie wiem dokąd nie wiem

smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities