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get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
freaking a sound
Yo, I get fucked up and terrorize the town
I'm the circus ring master so fuck the clowns
I bust, lyrics and rounds at the Lyricist Lounge
get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down
I'll pipe down when the Wh- H- is wiped out
When I see that little Ch- dyke get sniped out
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
Shoutout to H-Town for the beat
Tyler, The Creator for the inspiration
Shoutout the people who live in Wall Hall too man
Y'all are excellent to us
ass off
Swallin' a gallon of car gas
My car smashed a tree
Her rover landed in mud imagine this
I wrote this lyrics with the
Last drips of my blood
Hebrew Under God
On some real life shit I'm a T.H.U.G.
True Hebrew Under God
Those who live by the game
Gon' to die by the game
Those who live by
Baate main to karta hu pate ki,
Baat yeh bht jld pta lgegi,
Baat se bht saaro ki jalegi,
Raat mein bht shaam h jo dhalegi.
Toli saath jo saath nahi
Welcome to H Town, yeah
Welcome to H Town, whoa
They say them boy's riding clean
But without the King
What does it really mean
Cup full of lean, got
chodu to
Sir dukhaye
Sab daru pike yaha ghr dubaye
Gode ki chaal mai 2.5 na chalu
Tu dushman mera to bhasam h bhai
Ye Rajputana kasam hai bhai
Ghutne me
Driven by their existential fear
He's not the brightest crayon in the box
And she's not the sharpest tool in the shed
He's not the brightest star in
Raf
We did it again man
You ready?
Come on, Let Go!
Just gotta be yourself
Change Your cttitude let that world h.EcR you!
Buckle up baby your set
AAAAA1
See my b***h, she was like
I need you to make a song for me, I know you be doing this rapping s**t
My other b***h she like yeah, I want one
and age, and at this stage of the game
Mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly
So say bye to the old, H-I to the new, que será
Consider it his last
flown'est pas pimpant
Ton rap ne me parle pas et me laisse de marbre
Mais on ne juge pas un poisson à sa façon d'grimper aux arbres
Mes lyrics provoquent des
the lyrics someone lent
Stuffed with all these pretty words
But you had no idea what they meant
But people were thrilled by your elegant monotone voice
By
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
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With your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift
like it should be shot.
Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, don't start you'll get got.
And at the end
Sitting by the river
Thinking about the days gone by
And an old lover who got away
How I mourn the passage of time
I feel inspired to jot it down
Uh-um (Bongo By The Way)
Ayy
Stop playin', I'm tryna see what's up with it (what's up)
I'm thee stallion, I'm tryna get buck with it (ah)
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