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But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me 
So, baby, kill

But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me 
So, baby, kill

wow)
My bitch no kap, just stunnin’
(ice ice ice)
I give her much more than a chain 
Poppin’ molly with codein 
Ballin’ for family till end.
Chuva de

Psst hey can I ask a question?
Do I look fat to you?
By the way if you say yes
I'll fucking kill you

Yeah I splurge I might eat too much McDonald's

the ribbons hanging from lightpoles."
For all the dudes that said: "Joe, go after this!"
But ain't alive to see the exact moment I captured it
So I'mma

city. Alone. And then you showed up . . .  and so much came flooding back and I . . . I have a list of things I need to do today. And as much as I need

that blick on my side ain't no running from it
Ran it up by myself I ain't come from money
I put you on the wave how you take it from me
I just think

I used to have a cori
So long time ago
I couldn't get a lawyer no
But I had one appointed though
He was kind of slow
I think I knew more than he

the reasons fans are
Sayin' his shit is garbage
And mines is much better
Admirin' touch better with much
More in advance
And nowdays I'm lookin' forward to
Much

like an angry dragon
Might even do both, I don't mean to be bragging
I did always wanna get a bearded dragon, get it
So much junk packed up in her trunk

ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! 
I've been doin' this more than you!
Niggas ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went

the bird you can call it a sign
I came to body em, I'm never worrying
Thinking bout numbers leave that to the followers
Talk so much shit are they rapping

Think I grind too much
I think I grind too much

Think I grind too much
I think I grind too much

Homie keep callin' and tappin' my phone, I'm so

left, bruh

Not my problem anyways, huh
Because I'm just 'bout to pay
For fat stacks
Big Mac's
Big Mac's, Big Mac's, yuh

That's how much I have to carry

his DJ or any other
Member of your crew, not a thing you can do
Gotta say peace to Infinite Kendu
Showbiz, Fat Joe, (?) and Apache
Nobody can match

your chin like my man Kimbo
Took 1 pill, now I need 10 more
You already know what they in for
Smooth swag have you thinkin im a pimp joe
Ride low with

Stuck on your fat ass
Ain't help a whore, As if
Chance listen for more
Can't be purchased or searched
Bitch, you ain't worth shit
Why
I'm the underground

Die

Slaughterhouse

Welcome To: Our House

2012

die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
Tonight

Nigga, this that shooter music
I'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles butt

chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess

Police stompin'

much was broke
The more you know
It never goes the way you want it to so
Oh well
I don’t give two shits, a rats ass
Not robbin i’m batman
You robbing,

We're in the age of supermen

The world was ruled by the Fab Four
For seven glorious years or more
Never again see their like for sure
So many classics

fat chicks and old broads
Stressed out to the max I was so gone
Then I looked in the mirror like hold on
I ain’t bout to cry like a punk
Give a if look

guided by Facebook and Hey Google
You’ll absorb so much more about doing fine when you’re poor and being more careful and grateful and frugal
Maybe you’re

Bill McCai

The Coral

Magic and Medicine

2003

those days seem far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now Bill's grown so fat and bald
He never thought that he'd grow old

And every day when