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when you that dope
Call the popo  Boi I got dope
Tryna make a millie shit ifani though
Then i lean back like fat joe
200si camry, my nigger's ball like

her Jeffery Dahmer
She wanna fight like no you ain't Ronda
Shout out to ye I'm rocking with donda
Pull up with that fat shi in a black Honda
Shout out

Stuck at a Standstill

Scarface

Balls and My Word

2003

Artist: Scarface
Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch

These niggas is fuckin with a dangerous game

Hey Joe, what's up baby?

Yeah, I like the beat

can go
No negativity no
I make more money than joe
I cannot wait till I blow
White on her face like snow
Yeah Imma put on a show
Make these hoes flock

I got the southern playalistic Cadillac music
Bumping in my whip flexing with that retro drip
Leaning back in my white Caddy drop top like a pimp

math skills aint that strong
Light bright or white
pretty feet hair real and long
She made dem visits hit my books kept pape on the phone

Ion dirty Mack

A six man, I’ve been known to win
Since I was a little kid and Fat Joe was thin
Back then he wasn’t telling me shit
I wouldn’t listen even when

potential)
Thank you for the heart
(That shit crushes your spirit)
There'll never be a long
And lonely night again

Richer than white people with black kids

Niggers

There's a nigger standing by my door
Open up and on the floor
On your knees and suck my cock
Don't you pull up that one glock

Mr. nigger

them tits I want to see that fat ass bounce
Thick curves and good herb is what I'm about
Just like my volume baby let's turn it up loud
And drown out

My Dove

MC Breed

Flatline

nigh
You, baby, that gets me high
You blew my mind a thousand times
My savior of a troubled life
Laced up too just how I like
Everything sweet, a pure

Fucked around and made 100 but I had to stack mo
You ain't even touched a 10 nigga what you trap foe
Young nigga selling crack never met no fat joe
BOOM

ya brain
Pollute ya city cuz I spit that cooked cain
Thanks fat joe cuz you described us best
Now it's non stop packs look at this big mess
You left us

the show ain't over till the fat lady sings
Ah Ugh Bombaclot

What goes up must come down
I'll probably go up, but I ain't coming back down
I told them that

intended unless intended for punishment
2019 They released the virus
2020 It went public
By that time they already had too many spies deep inside us
But its

smokin' hella trees By the White House
Knowin' Joe smellin' purple leaves in the White House

Me and bruh smokin' hella trees By the White House
Tool, tool,

come in like a wreckin' ball like Milly Cyrus
Take trips to the White House befriend Kamala and Joe Biden
Discuss policies I think we should tighten

bricks
Left her forehead with the white kids
If your homegirl want my dick
Tell that bitch slide like nine ten
(Ay ay ay yuh)
Over with, think I had enough

Radicals

Tyler, the Creator

Goblin [Deluxe Version]

2011

Random disclaimer
Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay?
It's fuckin' fiction
If anything happens, don't fuckin' blame me,
White

of your tiny minds.

I had a friend on the ships his name was Joe Dorsey,
He'd get into port he'd be straight to the horsies,
He begged and he pleaded,

blow
I'll dye my pubes white
Tell your bitch that Santa's back
She can sit on Santa's lap
And suck on Santa's sack
Relax girl just have a sniff

the folk, that Prescott
No Japan, but red dot
On your head if you play with that bread

In the turf, I'm telling what I said
In the street like white line
No

devour
I remember Peabody mice crawling up the shower
Now it's motorbikes warm nights out in Maui
And white bitches and light skinned women be smiling
DC

(Getta Beats, It's BlueStrip, baby)
(yeah, ayy, ShittyBoyz) yeah
We'll bring that to yo house, Joe Dumars
Okay, yeah, okay
Fuck around, yeah