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been going I know ya'll noticed
That's a fact
You know how I'm coming growing up chase the bag
You know how I run it going fast
Skirting off hundred

watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
I'm a hundred time bigger than
Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account

Real Hitta

Plies

Real Hitta

2017

hitter
No real nigga
I'm talm 'bout like, a nigga that really got a sack though
I'm talm 'bout like bein' cuffed by the boss and not the runner

$hort Dog is in the car
Murder 1 is with me
You heard Nationwide was ballin'
We make 100's and G's
Takin' trips to the islands
Smilin' under the trees

of words are mine and which are not  
Deep in my dreams I am usually chased by a murderer  
My evil thoughts are so cute they like travelling abroad  

One

them old tags on the wall
Names at half mast
Cast in a lawless black scrawl
Mere bylines at twilight beginning of
Getting a die right on
In three

When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush 
And all the time you were holdin' three queens 
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you

the words you like
I know the haters gone believer
Shake them like you throwing dice
I might even hold ya hand
Never took them boys advices
They ain't never

100 Gwen going crazy again
Its legend 3 am happy new year
We finna get shit done
Make hella money and have fun in 2021
Gwen its the 1st one
Its

getting gwop
Ain't no money when I rot
So credit all to God
Five Three Seven O Four squad
Five Hundred block
I'm a yamm brothers don
Ain't rocking with your

I am the tin man

For a hundred years he rested here
Rusted shut and so dormant
In a little lost corner where no one strolls
In the soul of this

Engine 143

The Carter Family

My Clinch Mountain Home: Their Complete Victor Recordings (1928-1929)

1993

hundred and forty-three


The doctor said to Georgie, your life cannot be saved
Murdered upon the railroad and laid in a lonesome grave
His face was

the same streets as Bust-a-Brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous (ah)
Fifteen hundred on the kicks and them shits feo (them shits feo)
Cocaine mayo jar,

the empanada?
So Fuck all these Snakes
Tryna get in my head like Medusa
Still how you man gonna get done up
By a fucking producer?
We moving at two hundred
We

I don't always play it by the books
I'm just taking out your crutch
Do whatever makes you grind your teeth
And I know I ain't gone die to none
I'ma

I dare
Then you'll see something greater than a couple words
Coming from me, aye
Popping in the seven hundred and two, three hundred and forty-three

the office countin' numbers (tell 'em)
Don't ever judge a book by the cover
Bitch, judge a cook by how it bubble (stove)

Yeah, yeah (oh)
Pagin'

been thinking big
That's why these words jump off the page
Do this shit for Domo
Know you counting down the days
If you can look past this designer on me

chased Svetlana cuz I figured
The fact that she was three years older would keep me out the picture
But the truth is we bonded
And by the time we finally

and smoke on pressure bless em with the finest that 100
Brush the dirt up off my shoulders
Hush the word from all the rollers
Bitch I'm on the road smokin

to four point three percent in 2018
Reported symptoms of anxiety were three times higher than they were in q2 2019
Reported symptoms of depression were four

Listen, Learn, Read On

Deep Purple

The Early Years

2004

of Taliesyn
On the foaming beach of the ocean, in the day of trouble
I shall be of more service to thee than three hundred salmon...

The hare he bounds

I tear up every time I see a mail truck
Know that check comin' five-hundred a piece, smoothly
Ayo, that shit behooves me
They need to bring back

yeah, yeah, yeah
They say things get better with time
I’m 'bout to lose my mind if three more years pass and I do not get mines
For now, I’m fine, really.