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in the sky and you started to cuss,
But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.
Then God was great and God was true
And he tried to show
marriage
Frm ah block located in chiraq you can get kilt by a terrorist
Been slutting hoes b4 I rapped cause bitches get cracked like Bmo harris
Somewhere
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty
I love you more cheese
the juicy humps, I don't want your man, 'cause I got enough
So don't be mad at me 'cause he be callin' my phone
I got my eye on one guy, tell him leave me
Cartoons on cable
Super Smash till he not able to think
Before he ever picked up a drink
Even before he could put gas in the tank
Me and my bros rode bikes
with me tryna smoke all my weed and sip all my bottles
My niggas they need me, so every time I rap man I go full throttle
Nigga could try me, act up he
of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they
he cared so much
Yeah I miss him, Yes I do
He was super smart, Very nice
I really really miss him
My Vocal Teachers Mom
Start clapping
She's so
by the past , mended ways , who you gonna call
Satan throwing punches , he don't know that I like to brawl
God on my side , I'm protected like I made
dwelling on things that you said
Now and again I pretend that the words don't phase me, you hate me
Still paranoid bout the game that he spit, I'll be
you Jason
He helped me see the light in some dark situations
Bought hits, told me that only needed the vocals
You could feel the vibes the minute
Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out
trap trap aye (Woo)
Oh my my my how
The tables have turned (Turned)
Been done wrong by the closest ones
At the point of no return (No return)
If only
in line you're an old friend stranger
You'll burn me in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy"
A rattle snake up in Buffalo Montana
He bit the leg
in line you're an old friend stranger
You'll burn me in effigy and I'll burn you in effigy"
A rattle snake up in Buffalo Montana
He bit the leg
drummer forgot the complicated
Little patern he was gonna play at the beginning and just hit one beat
On the snare drum as loud as he could, pow, as if
till you realize
That one day you gon be without me
I tried to warn em I was gonna take it
I guess they didn't think that I could make it
But I always
smokin gas by the boatload
I fuck her, she hittin da vocals
She talk on my name for the promo
You watchin my face like a homo
I think I'm the shit just
Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her a** fat, you
hurl
I'll summarize it by saying it's a cold world a cold world
All I can tell you is I knew I cut her off
You could say it was destined
One day I saw
over Amadie's vocal cords
Good old boys in a good ol' Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back
a famous trumpet man
From out Chicago way
He had a boogie style that
No one else could play
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille
He's the boogie woogie
thinking about me
You said she broke my heart well it wasn’t that deep
I thought time could heal wounds but it’s really that deep
I’m with Primez and he’s
indicator
He'll level up from El Dweeb
To Octavio the Greater
I may sound like a promoter
But I'm not an exaggerator
Sir Dweeb, I go by R-Kwon
If you need
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