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paid the fee, making you free like Net Zero
What an offer yall should bum-rush the alter
Call to the Lord in any season, He'll salt ya
I ask you, “Don't

gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose's gettin' runny, they thought they could freeze us (yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' white

We back again y'all yea
Uh

Prepare for the bum rush soldiers
Let your guns bust only if the reason or
The meaning isn't unjust
Yo this season we

is all I got
That's on my family
Pull up with that 38, it's too late to run
And I put him on First 48
You know I got the drum
Bah bah bah-bum, we

nineteen
Wish I could kiss her on her cheek
Wan just did a ten, he got out
Ain't miss a beat
Ridin' 'round in a Benz
Gettin' massaged by the seat
Lil' nigga

It all seems so strange
The mutes the bums
The dogs with mange, the poor,
Doesn't anybody help themselves anymore
I guess not
Barefoot pregnant women

pojebal, šupa na rebrá
Lóve hýbu charakterom, sláva šľape na pedál
Plný plyn do muru jeb, bum-bác zákerák

Tak sa nečuduj, že stalo sa z nás psycho
Tak

cooking with Kendrick
And Andre Young's Recipe
Let me eat in effing peace or
- bum rest in peace
Funny how everyone hated on me
Now won't mess with me
After

me, and I'll be the chick
I'll end your shit, you dumb bum bitch
Didn't settle for you, don't try me punk
Don't give a fuck about what you think
You

zoči-voči
Vybuchla jak dynamit

Rozmýšlam nahlas a hovorím nahlas
To nepoprie nikto kto fakt pozná Strapa
Bum - do huby napalm až
Potom sorry nechcel som
Malo

to the freeway
I can't roll witcha
Can't get by can't smoke witcha
Man that pussy got control of ya
Make sense cause you niggas got some hoe in ya
But I'll be

Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullshit, fly by
Now you a slave to the hype
Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'
Streetz'll

famed
And found an ancient Voudou Queen, bewitchment was her game
He knew his days were numbered, and soon his time would come
By cannonball,

mig (la' mig)
La' mig se dem, la' mig se dem (uh-uh)

Hva' er det, der' på din' fødder?
L-l-lille mand, blevet en bums, du har glemt din' rødder

this art
You air headed assholes, just stop try to piss off
Shut your heads, punks 'cause the tables turned
And this one's in memory of the bums that

This rookie flat foot, had his Glock out
Damn it's so wild, you wildin'
You all gung-ho, for that bum ass 25, 000
Should of got a job at Staples
Stockin'

to the bone
So chemical my stones is arsenic
The face carver sit on a throne like Arthur
Pulling strings, no archer
Leaving bums out in the cold
Without a North

ray come get me
What it is yo
Stackin one jackin' like black bums
But got mad money throw us a check
I love Fly-Guys languages and
Niggas who ride high

Not one by one, you've got to move in two's
You could shed tears, sweat, and blood
But it's just not ever enough
Lose everything, man I sleep in rough

mě ty čubky nechtěly, teď všechno se změnilo
Pamatuju Zutroy, Iscream Boyz
Pamatuju Crunk Jackpot ballin bordel
Bez nás by to, co je teď, more, nikdy

Yeah, Seth Gueko, Ok
Que ce soit un bum-al ou une mixtape
Pour oim c'est normal que je kick sec
Alors dilate ton trou de balle
Et ta petite schneck

got power, go easy at first
Control on, how's that so far, so good
Turn on the suction pumps pumps on, stand by
It's working, it's blowing in nodules

three cheffings
By the time he came home, it would've been P-7
Hmp's the only time I'm watchin' Keith Lem
Won't see me on WhatRappersWore in all black

chill
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