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the street and some of them were hidden from view by big hedges.
Looking down the street was like looking through the wrong end of a telescope.
His mother
well I’m ur fan too
You stayed on my wave no need for Cantu
Making noise in the bed just like the band do yea
Don’t listen to the gram you know it’s
Is a marathon
For the ones I love
I'm laying it down
I'll give it all up
Just to turn back the time
If I had a choice
I'll press rewind
Them boys
the map
A lotta shit made my mind set
But thank GOD for a mindset
Got plans of taking the world
Time moving to slow it ain't mine yet
Ppl gettin grimey
Icky
the jail house holds us
Much love for my niggas that's been locked for a long crime
G la ma B.C. been locked for a long time
Ganksta NIP a brother that's
on the road (ah)
Ten on his head, he'll be dead by the mornin' (by the mornin')
I can get dirty for the stove (ah)
Dior trench shit hang to the floor (ah)
Olympic
No thank you, this an Audi
Mister hundred times ten
Nigga keep it one thousand
Keep that shit one thousand
Fuckin' hoes by the thousands
Gon' fuck
me
So in a sense one could say that she guides me
Now I'm remembering the first time I saw her
Feeling this vibe, or whatever, let's say aura
But I
the moon light light light
Check the atmosphere, feel it heating up
Global warming up in here
Let me tell you bout the time we first met
Baby so cute got me
If They Want Me, They Got To Pay Me A Fee
Cause They Lived By The Moral 'Nothing Comes For Free'
I Can't Fuck With A Porper Whose Italics Are Clean
a twenty first century girl.
Blinded by your intellect, you fooled the emotional you
Into thinking, there was nothing you could do
When the ship goes down,
here lately man they see it
She wanna make love now I'm making her gag
Ain't nothing personal baby I got love for you baby
You keep your chain tucked
Joe Dimaggio?
Youre dressed for the fight
Its a Saturday night on the boulevard
And I can hear in your voice
Youre making bad choices
Man, you
had big vision the mob had to get 'em
Michael Jackson was making moves but they whacked him
The sword ain't mightier than the pen I'm out for revenge
I
beefing
I cry until the sunrise
Praying for these bars to break
Dear big bruh
Yeah I got all your letters
I responded several times, just didn't have
but hoodrats
Laying up in the cuts for a kick back
Looking for a nigga with some scrilla from the Fatt Sakk
So now we on 3rd hella perved
Swervin
her
You should cease and desist, but you too in love with her, yeah
We're past the baton like a drum major at Howard
We transfer the power for salt
making it all up to you)
Daddy's home
(Every time I made your mother cry)
Daddy's home
(She laid awake at night, holding her pillow tight)
Daddy's home
(Oh
the first time when we hanged out girl
from that moment I fell in love with you
Oh
Now I got bad days when I'm not with you
Got many sad days cause I care for
Every time is like the first time tenderly
Loving you's like breathing spring
Seasons change but your heart beats constantly
Count my blessings
Yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk,
Damn, making money, staying out the way
First I'm screaming "Long Live Hundoe," now it's "Long Live Tay"
I was taking drugs, by my lonely, I been
comfortable
Tossed by the way side like most of us normal folk
Were just some normal folks
Couple regular old Joes
Time sped up, line let up
Do you wanna go is
And I can come undone
Oftentimes the burden falls
On those who make us feel alone
Other times I spend the night
Awake and wondering why
There's something
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