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by the gun. D.J. at the party ain't played one hit,

best slap the D.E.G., put the fade on it. Even before the song is done,

she want the giddy off

Simple Song

The Procussions

5 Sparrows for 2 Cents

2006

are afraid of our kids
teachers would rather suspend in stead of listen to 'em
lost pursuing this American dream my father giving me a
song to sing

got machetes with old
Blood on the tip
Paz sittin' with artillery to
Blow you to bit's
Shit, King Syze with the getaway
All black UConn, shoes

wealth
My love
If your heart was made of gold
Would I pluck it out
And melt it down
And be an American
And weld a crown?

A song like this today can sound

Any Man in America

Blue October

Any Man in America

for me
One single middle finger
Say raise it up
My speech will always be free
Like Martin Luther King
You had meaning to me

Single handedly

(Hello!)
I like pie, green Jell-O likewise
"Do you think that you would ever
Pray at church or marry my type?"
Now you understand that I am that stereotype

matter of fact


I'm saying listen, racism is at an all time high in America

I don't judge by their color, I just judge them on their character


Who

I'm so sick, no Coronavirus
We don't snitch, note the code of silence
No pigs, we can smoke and fry 'em
Choke him lifeless, grab him by his throat

What y’all naming us for 
hit it like a monster 
Last of the Mohican 
King of the weekend 
Weed American drip European 
It’s going downhill like i be

I be on Man-time

Uh

Homie got killed by the nigga his gun jammed on

Either that’s karma or he really must’ve planned wrong

One day my daughter gon

JU$T Freestyle - O.G Master L1

词 : O.G Master L1

曲 : O.G Master L1

MIX BY 暮色

PROD BY Simon Marcus

统筹：CTR MUSIC/ZHE-LEE

发行：河南畅听文化传播有限公司

Verse1:

hangin' on to every word they said and Sang along to the verse
Maybe I'm just ventin

But Determined by Kendrick is the best song I've Heard in what seems

like a V12 engine

Ok I'm young OG, young king or young boss

公司规模大 like美国NASA
My company is huge like american NASA

像奥尼尔的隔扣 你们全呆在我胯下
I'm dunkling like

Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on
I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs
Still on the bricks
I'm dealing with

(right), I'm the king of my city (facts)
Not gon' fiddle the love (uh-huh), there ain't nobody to trust (nope)
If niggas ain't with the fuss (nah)
I see

Will come to your rescue

Go ahead and guess the singer of that song
Good old Sergeant Hale will correct you when you're wrong
He's going to get rich

it
Niggas in a rush lack control that's a law
These nigga pullin yo leg and playing wit you
You a doll
Niggas dying over songs
How we talkin bout

They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your

an artist I look like a statue 
I carry the aura of kings from a castle 
Oily skin the same color a cashew 
You hear the thunder I'm speeding right past you

hear are two for a buck
so come over to mcdonalds, burger king sucks

we love to see you smile (apple pie)

Kyle
yo bitch put that cash through that

the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye

Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire

couldn't say my name
The Writing's on the Wall
You're a washed up Pokemon
You will never evolve
I'm too metaphorical blud
You can be the king of grime
I'm

Sing a song of frozen waves and napalm flames (yea, yea)
Fifty years her neighbors still ain't learn her name (yea, yea)
Live in New York but they cut

made for mortal men

He and the ghost tried to get along
To play by the rules and sing their song
Eugene did what he was told to do
His heart can't take