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Of all the things that she did
Thatcher fucked the kids
And it seems a little bit rich to me
The way the rich only ever talk of charity
In
I was guessing what it feels like
To have a girl that wants me
Say exactly what she feels like
So that I could see
[Chorus:]
This traffic light I'm
Death by fire, I make you expire,
I told you I was sane, but you knows i'm a liar
I'm never ever gonna fcukin retire,
You can call me sir, or you can call
Turn me up in the headphones
This that get money music
You niggas hear the jewlery
Shout out to picasso
That's how we do it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hope
my best friend said that the
Red would get me through
Went to the Jewel with my crew
Adults only box
In a secondhand suit, bow tie, I'm a fox
In a car
don't worry me
Big dick Benton, AKA, Ron Jeremy
When you give me brains, handle my dick carefully
Who the fuck care to be the loser, bitch marry me
Suit
by 3’s
Steph Curry
Sick an’ diseased
Opps got genital herpes
I’m a general in the streets
Hoe please
Down on
Both knees
Worshipin’ me
Den we
a little gigolo
I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis
I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat
Y'all remember
Naggin' if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hood rat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was nineteen eighty-five
All the way live, I think I was
taggin' along
Naggin' if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was
boobs lies a heart that is so pure
[Dan:]
Take care of this world for me, my darling, I will always love you
... What is your name by the way? Kristen?
Catch me on Venice Beach working on my base
No blonde streak
Swimming trunk, 30K in arm's reach
I'm on the boat
In the water like a swan's feet
happy
When it serves so well to be depressed
Any attempt of smiling needs impeccable timing
Make the suit sweet by allowing them to feel
That they suited
(Intro)
Tycoon Rap
Uh
TCP
Yo
Yeah
(Verse)
This ain't no fly by night despite I flew the coop
I fly by in the coupe The Fly in ya soup
I'm
We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was
Been waitin a long time for a vibe like this
Alot of ya'll been doin it but not like this
Been away a while let me talk my shit
Been stayin out
wit the ones I court
I pull their carfax we call dat shit the hoe report
We end the night now we signing off
She gonna handle me just like boss, Q
Walk
knew would torture me
And so I lay scratching my head, as I drift off to bed
Yeah staring at them bars
How it so happened to me, surrounded by such irony
cowboy boots
And that gold pocket watch of mine?
And bring me my Sunday suit
With the vest that's satin-lined
When he saw the sadness
In his grandson's
can't tell
But still, you gotta be careful
Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful
V personally favors, "please don't kill me"
Empty out
fills my lungs(?)
Hallow suit by slip of the tongue(?)
No bones no turning back i
She knows me better than i
No blots no semen it's energy wasted
Should belong but how can't they see
Surrounded by all kinds of people from
The over qualified to those who've crumbled
Pregnant teens, suit and ties, yet
the Winter
The Teflon suits and polyester
Hang them by the door
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