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shooter tote a Gat like Johnny off Saints Row
I love boss bitches nigga I can't fuck with broke hoes (Uh un)
I can't eat that pussy baby girl you on yo

mistakes
I'm far from a saint had to take a few "L"s
Just to see if I got what it takes
I got God so I'm straight
Dawg I been straight through hell
But I

phone for B&Y
Now I'm in the box seats, same row as Ian Wright
Brought her out, start to crunch
Now I'm in Soho House eatin' brunch when I'm out for

(Let's just go out tonight)

Come on by my best Budweiser
We can hang and do anything 
This friendship has me wasted
I just don't want to feel a damn

good boy and girl
No, Santa won't let you down
He's got to hurry up and load his sleigh
Don't you worry, he's heading your way
And Santa won't let

the girl that I saw in my dreams when I was younger
I've seen a lot of pearls but word you got me feeling stronger 
I was caught up in the moment (yeah)

Yup, I'm vibing with you
Go ahead and make your home movie
Girl I'm riding with you
'My Type of Party' still
Bumping in the 60's
Me and Archie Davis

that it isn't Saint Patty's Day, bro
But I'm still stacking up plenty of green
And all of my money is above the table

These politicians should learn

got carrots by the sink
Every morning I wake up to the pressure
No stress cause I keep a handy tool, yeah, Beretta
Biggie Smalls got my coogie sweater

Listen, to keep it a hundred
The only thing stressing me out in this life is a visa
And also the fact that my girl doesn't like that I'm followed

Baby I’ve been wondering how we ever got this low, I’ve been standing by the train tracks, I’ve been hanging out of windows; and the way we were

I'm far away from what I've known
And there's static on the radio
Just a girl in a car on a lonely highway
I've been up and down this winding road

Raped by every saint in this land
I hear you there

Way to grow, what a way to grow oh god I hate everyone and everything
Do you think that is a sin?

I

simmons 
What you gonna do with these?
Double digits 
Six figures
Ice earrings 
What you gonna do with these?
See me in my story in my villa 
I be by

Sweet Virgin of Guadalupe,
oh virgin of the gentle eyes,
dark-eyed virgin, good Lady, my love,
painted by God's own hand
on the cloak of the Indian

Accidentally 4th Street (Gloria)

The Echoing Green

Echoing Green

1998

psuedo-fascist hero machine
Well, that's no space for a human being
That man is not a hero or saint
When somewhere in deepest America
Grown men weep at the sound