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for population
Than Barak Obama, Clinton, Harry Truman, Jimmy Carter or John Kennedy
Joe Biden got more votes than any presidential candidate in history
that we loved
Down by the Chevy we were kissin' kinda heavy
Down in Murdock's garage, down in Murdock's Garage, was the place that we loved
There we'd
Yeah
Who let Stix in the door, yuh
Been kissed by liquids straight out the shower
Throw some wrists, make a place grow flowers
Embrace that mist
[Intro:]
Dirty Harry is dead [x4]
I'm here to announce that Dirty Harry is dead
Now witness the grudge from his son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha
a traveled road
Come on, step inside
Come on, step inside, don't walk on by
Step inside
Come on, step inside
Standing in the sun, trolling cold maria
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
the Grinch in a pinch, but an inch from the win when his grin turns into a (My god!)
Didn't think it was possible, not at all
But he's smiling, by far,
See, in Christmas time, I get #MERKY (Merky)
Moving like Mike with my Christmas turkey
(Bakaw) harry got the snow
Jamie got the flow (What?)
Shakka
I’m at the bottom of my brain
And I keep walking in my dreams
I see headlights in the rain
Passing by me on the street
In love... forget
Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you 'bout
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
dark by night
Summer Lightskin
Hop in the heat faster than Lil Naz on a horse
I Can't have no white legs, so you know I'm only wearing shorts
Playing
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
with Chopsticks
Told my Bro let's get the money ain't no time for politics
Me and Timeline, Drake and 40
Curfew it was 7:30
We was waiting for the call
my ears
Before I let someone disrespect
My coast in here but the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point
style
I'm in valour white designing on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost
style
I'm in valour white designing on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost
it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
believe in signs, I believe in signs
Humbled by the blessings every single time
They looking surprised but I wasn't surprised
I believe in signs, I believe
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
Ayo, Royce Da 5'9"
Why you wan' share your food with these niggas?
We don't share food in the recession
Bite these niggas like you bite
I've been playing the back ground
But when it's my time I ain't finna fuck it up
Niggas doing drive by why they ain't walking up
Keep it on me
Well if you check it now, if you check it now, um
People drink a lot of alcohol, right and
They get drunk, right (la música de Harry Fraud)
Now
probably said by the same guy
Trexcxs on this beat, boy, I feel like wasting no damn time
So let me hop on it like i hopped on your bitch
Your shit is
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