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The batter ramming slang the rage
I got my games from project floors
Weed, dope, and dice by the door
Crush anything that'll cause a threat
Talk
a sew in go see Steph
Need some lashes see Winkt By Tink
Gang
N*Word
1 2 3 4 huhh
I’m sweaty
Where at
In my balls
And where else
In my butt crack
meeting you was just my destiny
I knew it from the start as soon as I looked in those eyes
Something so sweet a treat so blessed to call you mine
Just two
Just left the square on my way to the W
Left joes house faded from the BBQ
Suns out buns out that's just how we do
Big booty tan bitches always down
Contagious
Not For Long.
Okay They Call Us Dumb Niggas But
Are Culture Is Contagious
Thank God For Nipsey Hussle Cause That Nigga Was Amazing.
I Ain’t
And sold my truck
And said goodbye to Memphis
Man, I got goin’
Cause the goin’ was tough
So why’d I come back
If I’d had enough?
They say the River City
Was
a thot respectfully
Disrespect that's a felony
I been wit bro since Ice So Cold
Changing up clothes still ain't change my goals
Shutting down venues
"fuck it
If we only live once I'mma live
Until living passes me by"
Every now and then she throwing
Looks in my direct tryna gauge if I can tell
She
and you'll me mine
Anytime you come around
I know that you're feeling down
Baby could you picture this
Don't know your name excuse me Miss
Ouuu
Lemme talk
Dear Mummy
Dear Daddy
You have plans for me
Oh yeah
I was your only son.
And long before this baby boy could count to three
You knew just
free
Take it now, Rosemarie
I used to keep a wooden box by the bed on the floor,
Hung a good luck doll off the knob on the door
Sometimes I look in
me
That's so beneath me that's so beneath me
I was being told my life is cold hit the road they wanna heat me
I'm trying to keep it low don't let it
So that is why I am better than everyone in the world
Kiss my ass and suck my dick, everyone
You've reached the end of cassette number three
They
dropped the bomb and said
We need to talk
Gave me back my friggin ring and you broke my friggin heart
You said
Baby I'm sorry, I'm no longer in love
And by
and the night sky
Till you don't want to kick it no more
There'll be an open door right by my side
Unless you staying in I am yours to give up on I can't quit
for celebrity from the madding crowd
August of 'eighty three
just off Main Street whilst riding my Huffy
it shone above me
suddenly before me
Mick,
When you think of anything
There's a mental picture in your head
That flashes by so quickly
You didn't even
If y'all niggas think that I'm a pussy
I
the compilation of patience
And faith in all my desires
Now these Angeles looking down and that's word to the choir
Never let nobody label me somethin I ain't
Maybe I was six or maybe five or three
Eating Popsicle's on my grandpa's knee
Watching football on his big TV
Thinkin' I can do that, how hard can
the honeycomb/mah!/ Rose Of Sharon and Mount Zion I once was eclipsed but now I’m seven feet rising no surprising Salvation to clear your waves you will realize it’s so
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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