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Album aber
Noch nie Sex gehabt
Wir hingen an der Tanke ab
Klauten Mixery im Sechserpack
Meine Mentoren Mussle und Forest
Übertrieben so sehr zeigten wie

Méfie-toi de celui qui veut l'os
Même de tes frères, demande à Pogba
Sous champi' comme Mario Bros
Fuck la princesse, j'la sauve pas (j'la sauve

of the caddy
Poppin da trunk
Everytime I walk by
I walk by

Retaliation
Rattle snake'n
Rat'll tattle
Tell me nothin
Bout what Satan been doin as of lately
I been

topless vries in die ruit (Timotei sjampoe)

Soos 'n overexposed foto uit 'n ou familie foto-album of 'n ou magazine
Ek dink ek sien dit nou, sê jy we have

Mario you did me dirty
I wanna Panamera Porsche all white when I be swervin'
I wanna say what's on my mind sometimes, but I be nervous
I pour my soul into

p*ssy, n*gga 
I know, I know

Two Hp's by me (uh)
Only one of them a laptop (yuh)
Even though I feel so cold
Wherever I go (damn)
That shit get mad hot

a homophobe
No bitch boys in this homozone
I pull up n they dash pull out fro zone
Father from DC mother from the barrio
Ain’t talking Mario when i say i smash

Heard of Me

Plies

Da Realist [Clean]

2008

the new owner of these fuckin streets 
Go by da name of Plies have you heard of me?

[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one
Right now homie

n rice
Make em bite their words like im jesus christ
Really gotta drop the
Toxic mutha fuckas
Every time they come by, it turns into a ruckus
Begging

here for the carnage
My venom I spit it
I’m drowning in bottles
Like Mario missions
Italian mobsters 
I’m not superstitious 
I’m calling imposters

Across the street from the
Kensington Market in London

"Peaches En Regalia" That's one of six
Rock 'n roll concertos from an
Album called Hot Rats hot

a mere mortal 
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin

Le seul drive-by t'as fait de ta vie c'est au restaurant
Le seul impact que t'as eu dans ta vie c'est quand t'as fait un accident
Je run le rap game

Bongo By The Way

I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still

zijn?
Mag ik glowen, mag ik shinen in je bijzijn?
Mag ik m'n waggie rustig rijden
Als een drive by?
Mag ik rustig boeken lezen, mag ik wijs zijn?
Huh?
'k

Keep It Gangsta

Kurupt

Der Beste Tag Meines Lebens

2002

und I'm Auto, I'm Tapedeck
(When we ridin by)
Durch die Stadt, Gangstamucke bei Nacht
(We gettin high)
Durch "Chronic", 
"Gin 'n' Juice", "5 On It"

pandemics 'n' vaccines by Bill 'n' George Soros
Just righteous peace 'n' joy on streets paved with gold
We don't know oh
When it's time to go
Whether you go

you made it
I could write an album strictly bout injustice
The world that we live in is truly corrupted
Picture those wit no money n 3rd world countries

me die ondernemer
Onderweg voor BTW, by the way het kon toch nog beter
Ik meng m'n creatieve teksten met het commerciële
Ga naar hun kantoor kan daar

Turned the condo to a tree house
Way too many b****** in this b****,
I hadda re count
But i go back to the hood to play with pots n pans
Album done if

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

Chorus
Yo u better watch hu u beef wit
u might b walkin down the street 'n'
suddenly u hear tyres screachin'
niggers ell be hoppin out wi heat 'n

Mario, he better pipe down
Fore a n**** 6 feet down
Closed curtain, n**** lights out
Feel like Virgil Abloh now
Swear that I invented my style
Geeked up,

the back needs changing
We're N-sane so it can be crazy
Ain't no chance you can pass me safely
Dashboard meters reaching the peak
Can't handle the heat? Take