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try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause them 2.2.3's be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit
Didn't pay child support
by days so in prayers where I stay
I found a new set of wings
Deep within the spirit of harmony
I let the moon take control I let the sun have my soul
Woe
Sosa Sosa Sosafina Baby
Neddamean
Ain't No Hoox Needed forreal
Gahh
It's da gang
Throw up my 4's and my 3's
Unlock my 3rd eye
7 the key
Big
sit and recline and unwind with a specialist, talk yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda,
Quiet when I walk, pitta patta, pitta patta, pitta, in my thoughts,
man
as those when I left
Taking in every second the alarm ain't set
And it all gets further and further out of control
The further we go begin to worry, I know
Missouri
And she takes you down to New Orleans
And on out to the sea
Well you heard about the good Queen Mary
Sailing on the seven seas
But you ain't
Rare de voir un de tes zinc neutre
Dans les impairs y'a 1 3 5 7 9 ou un 3.5.7 neuf
Aie de l'estime envers ces vers, même si le fond en perd ses formes
Ooooh this how we comin?
No cap this how we comin
No cap flo foe
Watch me go
Aye this slap Lil No
Aye
I had to let God
And let go
You should kno by
Horns of goat, tongue of serpent
Head of dog, body of man
He has chosen to pervert God's land
In his heaven
The Garden Of Unearthly Delights
Flowers
at a bar by the harbour
Recounting a tale of an elephant's trunk swinging
Ken knocked their table
Glasses rolled and smashed
Bloody Mary and beer
All over
See? Shook! Go on then
I got war lyrics in my book, go on then
Go on then
Kiss my black foot, go on then, go on then
One, two, diss my crew
Three, four,
the corner and started scribbling some notes on a napkin
It was getting pretty late probably two or three in the morning
When I smelled the strong scent
in the drought
That’s even when they rise the prices
Bag this quality in sizes
All of these hours in the T-house dicing
Can’t even control my eyelids
other niggas clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
other niggas clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
Specially the trust that I entrust , I put in human being
Destined for greatness like it run in my genes
Its safe to say that I at least keep three dicks
on him in bodily form
Like a dove; and a voice came from heaven
"You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased"
Luke 3:21-22
Holy Ghost Holy Ghost
by gun
Till you fuck with son huh?
I unload more till outta control
Cuz when the sun goes down it a mother fucking jungle
[Chorus 3x]
Thug Girl
As the journey continues, stories untold.
(Verse 2)
Pierrot meets the Owner, his past unmasked,
In the circus of shadows, memories amassed.
Haunted by the sins
hood, cause I'm about to do some stupid shit
I step in the Seven-Eleven
Come fast with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven
He must hit
Beatboxing in the background
Boring same ol' Sunday type shit
Man, kinda boring
Hey you, kid! (Who me?) yeah you
Ahh what are you listenin to
In
mad
For goodness sake, no need to hate
We were just playin'
So count to 10 (10,9,8,7)
And do it again (6,5,4,3)
And do anything you like my friend
Of anyone with a gun in one hand and the Virgin Mary
In the other, it's crazy, I say, please, peep this, brother
We keep on preaching freedom while
Gemini genuflects and says a Hail Mary
For his money on the Monday night game.
The girl in the sequins let him buy her a Sea Breeze
But he still
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