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from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
was time
But it'll be a cold day in August by the time I know what's going on
And while the meantime weighs upon us I can act like nothing's wrong
I'll
asleep
No one knows the
Shadows of the night
In the darkness they are flying side by side
Silent cowls are shadows of the night
No one ever saw a face
don’t want no smoke
These hallow tips will make a nigguh catch the Holy Ghost
So
Nigguhz don’t wanna see my 40 smoke
Cause I’ll lay a nigguh down by his
We live by it, die by it
Many niggaz chase it other niggaz cry about it
Few niggaz keep it real but most lie about it
When it comes to me I smoke
Oh oh da da da da, doo
Da da da da da, doo da da da, doo
I'm sitting here alone again
Waiting for you to come see me now
As time passes by with
just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
Its too little too late
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
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What Your Sippin On Lyrics
Artist(Band):Britney Spears Review The Song (0)
This is AC wit Britney (yeah)
We goin' out tonight
This is gonna be a hot
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
Love you my own . . .
Love you alone!
Music by Victor Herbert
With lyrics by Henry Blossom , 1914
bring you
Please believe me, believe me please do!
Music by Bob Merrill,
With lyrics by Bee Walker, 1949
(all lyrics are spoken except 4 the chorus an buzz buzz buzz)
(it`s spoken but the words are said with a hint of beatto them, know what I mean?)
shoot it right in your arm
Bitches been on the relapse, indoor pool number three lap
P.O. stopped by to see me, I'm cool, where that weed at?
Smoke one
a Christmas day!
Music by Eddy Arnold
with lyrics by Jenny Lou Carson, 1949
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
These are not the words to this song!
It's a totally different song please help
All search engines have the wrong lyrics
I grew up with this album!
warnings
Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics
High status in traffic
Bad energy, getting static
Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi
Man on the moon,
the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out
I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes
Crib
So he can see me steady wright my lyrics down
And see my lookin up, inspired by his poster
Chasin my dreams, he's putting my closer
Just trying to be
in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you
Was having dough i'm like fuck critics
You can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics
You can
up by myself trying to find a way
Floating away, floating away
Floating away, floating away
I, swear I got so high
Last night I don't remember going
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