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In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
'packin'
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch
and down like a rollercoaster
Stop clutching on yo strap bro i know you toting
Boy you aint gone blow shit wont even blow yo nose
$800 for some slippers
you're married to the blues, boy,
Your guitar is your wife.
It's like that fine old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
Well the kid walked up
Donald why
Are you so smart, you're always right
I just came here by flight
To meet this boy, some Asian guy
He's a good kid, please buy my tie
We're good
Dawson you both fucked your cats
I told that boy I'm going to blow up just look at the stats
Unknowns said I wasn't a threat im the predator and your
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
try to dumb it down wHAT!?
But make dem sef smarten up now
Ha ha ha alright no offence though
But anyway
Middle finger if you take that personal
one yeah
I feel it
I know y'all like it
Detroit stand up it's the movement
Big shouts out ta my nigga j
Niggas what's up ok
It's ya boy holla at cha
Bitch I'm tryna' blow up, like tnt
Don't try to call my phone, my shit on dnd
Bitches tryna' get the drop like
Look, man I'm tryna' blow up, like tnt
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
highs and there will be lows
Retaliation is a must so let's go
The smoke and the fire in the darkness they'll blow
Smoking exotic, my girl is erotic
your legs and I kiss your ass good by
Soldiers ride, b.a.m soldiers die b.a.m
By any means
Soldiers end up where they want to be b.a.m
By any means
Bay throwback, I hits that up
And let you know where the reign is from
You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie
Mix gin with
Different color strains looking like there's Tie-Die in it
My youngin said don't pull a drive by in it
Cause he'll shoot a rapper Bentley up like CyHi in
I be
yo yard pussy boy
Bringing scopes I debate I might blow
Fuck it imma let it blow
I forgot to let you know
I'm not a human being
Corrupted by my inner
do, anything if you will ever ask it
I can dress hood if you want me, switch up!
Now I can be suited and booted, or can mix it up
I can make you feel
about that action
We was drinkin'
But that shit'll be platinum
Mix this shit up
Chop it and flip it
Remix it
Food for thoughts
It was omelets who
know our siblings
And your sis doesn't see the possibility of you ending up with a Christian
Why love gotta be hindered by religion
We match our
sure
How we end up like this
Give me fun and blow ease
I hate to be the basic
No matter of exi
지금 순간은 party
내 맘은 벌써 hearty
Turn off stupid galaxy
Uno
ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
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