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and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was

Slide in this bitch super fast,
I just rolled up me an eighth,
A 3.5, 
This shit super gas,
Kendre got smoked by the police,
So please do me a favor,

celé dni Playstation 3, nemal som
Fuka, ja nemal som nič, teraz mám
Všetko, čo chcem si kupiť
Milión tenisiek, milión kníh, milión
Handier a milión špín,

Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth

Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still

c'est Buena Hid, gros bolide du 9-3
Tu veux test' avec moi mec
J'vais te casser le bras
J'vais t'apprendre à rapper
Pédé c'est pas la Star Academy
Ici

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

some diamonds on my arm
I knew the plan up all along
A n**** rob me i'd be darned
Get the work up from the farm
Made 10 bands by dawn
In my hood Ima don

jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these

Yeah
Shoutout K3
Shoutout ChiTown
Word to Phoenix
We back and better than ever before
Swear on my life
L to the I to the G-H-T
Better behave before I

an introduction
Like them three Indie Experiment mixtapes was nothin’
And like I ain't put in work since a youngun
So the only way to roll to let ‘em know is do

make profit
Off of shitty flows, jacked lines, get behind
You fuckers gone pay, I promise
Your music is making me nauseous
Got another album inside of my

me
I been working so hard I just swear that there is three of me
Damn
Hold up
Let me look around
Talking all that shit where you at now
Yeah you

your pores 
Got that work like a chore 
Sellin it like the store 
I got cameras on the wall
On the wall like decor 
I don't have 1,2 or the 3 
I have 4

paid by the end of month
Night time with the right guys we never analyze what you talking bout
In a paradise living kinda nice better check them guys

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

Monopoly

[Verse 2]
'Cause when the rappers start grindin'
It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them
But when his album drop and he go diamond
Everybody

What's love, this is love right here
Been working my ass off
Droppin' three albums this year
I'm a perfectionist, I ain't dropping shit till it's

myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's

Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER
l'm born and bred in pollution's grip
First three weeks fed by a CO drip
Ain't no breast
Passed

here, forever, faithful and clever
Standing in the space of might
Facing the grace of light
I'm an ace, with the foresight
Ahead of the game, by

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

on a muthafuckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, nigga lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch

Here is the song "Am buchaille ban" which Capercaillie do a lovely
version of on their Crosswinds album. I was sent these words by John
Angus Macleod