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Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
gonna tell all of your exes
Goodbye, bye
Goodbye!
Let me start with Paul
Have fun on your farm!
While you counting your chickens
And your goats
the spot, like who want it?
Gun to his head, I put jewels on 'em
Get put on your neck if your team larkin'
Talk out your mouth and you're still barkin'
Other words, don't eat a burger without me by your feet
That's all I gotta say to this beat
many hearts in gaining laughter
Since I was 6 been aiming big like JB Danquah
Amazing bars I do it off the top Kwesi Arthur
Allah, K3j3 Tema besi Accra,
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want
the trigga with no fuckin' heart
You gonna meet this sick killa, don't step
Better watch your back, better watch your self
Watch out for the niggas you
Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
Heart plays in ways the mind can't
Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
This is how we
Holy Paul
Packed his bag and left
We offered to help out, but
He told us to stay in
He met a young man
He met a dirty man
He mad a sad man
He met
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath
When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be
My fellow sperm!
It is unfair that we cannot escape these balls!
We must be released!
Fumpi and Paul Creenis
All they do is make out!
There is no
everybody
Body every verse I probably never get a penny out it
That don't matter to me
Rage in my heart like when Adam seen Eve eat the apple to seed
The works of flesh are dead
And dead faith isn't any better
I'm saved by grace
But each choice is mine to choose
Co-laboring with Jesus, like Paul
Is nothing
hold your hand out, you better not give up
Hadda lay my dawg down, nigga was a stand up
You too busy dissing on my dawg, go pick your mans up
R.I.P. 12,
the door
Make sure your hands clean and make sure ya heart pure
Selassie call you, your safe an secure
Things yuh used to do yuh naw guh do them no more
any good crack within the pavement
The seed doesn't sprout at all
Instead, birds come by and eat the seed
This is you if you hear this message but don't
That's what it's all about Paul
Don't be hatin' on a nigga cause a nigga gotta a little bit of cloud boy
Shit talk shit down anyways
Shut your
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
Voodoo moved your soul, Cruisin' was made for L-U-V-ing
Badu food for thought, eat out of Apple-treeing
The sky forever golden, R.I.P B.B. King
Prince
to own a franchise I ain't here to ball
More denero More problemo Chris Wall
But I get straight to the point dog Chris Paul
With your weak ice grill get
an album on the way
Winner mentality, nobody hard as me
Bullshit beneath me, they lookin up to me
Heart on ice but I Rod my own Wave
Time is ticking pressure
turn away, pay attention
I'm pourin' out my heart, girl
I, I'm not livin' life
I'm not livin' right
I'm not livin' if you're not by my side
Oh
it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
Burnin straights out on the block, givin
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