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like snow that mask all of the winter
So what do we do when nothing last forever

Take a sip of the potion and lean
Probably by now would have ruined my

props
I don't need a chain, I don't need a watch
I copped the rings, then I copped a drop
Then I popped a bottle, yeah mazeltov
Oh you really do it? Well

Ghetto Boyz ayy, ayy (yeah)

I got what you want, I got what you need
Nigga (Woo)
Get a check by my lonely, I don't need niggas
(I don’t need niggas)

eating with the guys

Like the godfather, you'll be paul walker by the credits
I hate to break it to you im the menace, got a fetish for the 

Bloodshed,

milestone
Jim Morrison on the needle dose
Paul Walker on a pink slip race
Asian girl give me Suki head on a Kill Bill grace
I'm Michael Vick with the OJ Myth

it up
Feeling like a penguin, I win like Sidney Crosby on the ice
When I be skating hockey pucks they on my mind, uh
I got bottle service coming in,

the gang

Big bottles in my fucking section nigga move
Baby really tryna cuff me, tie me down like a noose
She trying to fly me out to Boston, Paul Pierce

the block is hot
Like a bottle of Coke, yeah, I need that top
Making plays like John Madden

Flies a copy like Atlanta
Malcolm X by any means
Infrared, yeah,

a musketeer
Like a musketeer
I don't give a fuck or fear
Like a buccaneer
Yo ho ho, get filled with merlot
And a bottle of rum
Let's celebrate my new career

juice, call this shit a baby bottle
Had a white bitch suck me off, cost eighty dollars
Opps see me and they say that I'm a scary person
I'm a cop killer,

Tobe's Got a Drinking Problem

Street Dogs

Fading American Dream

2006

or break, so give him his bottle back."

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey

Tobe's got a drinking problem
Tobe's got a drinking problem

I swear by almighty God
That I'm

a nigga car in half like Paul Walker
Made yo bitch get in her knees
And I dog walk her
All my niggas bite, bitch we all barking
Pulling up in foreigns,

Tan Leather

Action Bronson

Blue Chips

2012

Fuck the light at the end of the tunnel
Cause I'm living for today, tryin' not to drown in a bottle
Death all around me, drugs seem to numb me

I Know You Strapped

Lil Wyte

Doubt Me Now

2003

of it
Liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
Have ya shakin', fakin', body achin' by the time I'm done
Legally this isn't right but ask

The Fine Print

King Geedorah

Take Me to Your Leader

2003

sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion
And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa

on track

Cashed my check at the Cromwell
Walked all the way from St Paul
To the Uptown I go
Check out Good Joe
And I'll be broke by last call
It's only

and barbarian
You beaten by the fist of
God so Paul bury 'em

One gun, two gun, three gun, four
It ain't an adversary that's ready
To go to war
One gun, two gun,

this fashion
Why you askin' if it's good? If I could
Put it in a bottle, I'd sell it tomorrow
And it'd be worth millions like Paul Getty
So baby keep