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niggas 
His dick was on ya back, while he gave you that massage 
And you told me you didn’t want it, but maybe that’s a mirage 
Or better yet a Facade

wrong
I'm unapologetic, you can tell by what I'm on
And look, if you don't like me, fuck you, this is nothin' but a song

Haha, Beautiful and Damned,

Hand on my heart while i'm drivin the boat
Steering the sheep while i'm guided by G.O.A.Ts 
Nas gave me the power with what he had written
4th song down,

Puerto Rican Judo

Ratking

So It Goes

2014

Butter por-rican
From like boriquen
And i see you want my hand
Killing me softly with the taste of the old e
Sharing your 40's with a song that you

and i hope this gets better kid cuz i know that it's  killing me willing me to fill my innards to the ceiling with something that's gonna make me feeling

from that life, so you just got served
From a spiritual tongue, anointed by His word
Shedding light and prosperity is my destiny
With dreams to heal

by myself when no one saw me
When I was down bad and feeling salty
Still I be feeling it killing me softly 
I wont let that determine my future at all

was so Fugee, it was killing me softly
So off Square like jello with the Cosby 

I don't, wanna, be another victim of that ecstasy
That ecstasy 
Who

Like I got a drive-by bow and arrow wound from cupid
Or a simple little "Hi"
My jaw just wasn't working for you

And you were about to walk past me

funny when I run your things
On the mic this the song everybody gonna sing
If you don't know me by now i bet you will never will son
And we need

the Kaioken
Mumble softly when I'm in my xen

Lightskin chanchi but his eyes Japan
Hebrew cycle think this Kosher's killing all my Friends
Speeding by Turbo

the fame and all the flashing lights
All I need is you

Whenever you call me
And tell me you want me
You're killing me softly (strumming my pain with H E R

the rest run through in this world race
I know He's got me, so I'm moving with the Lord's pace
This life that we live no be by power
Na His grace dey make

leche
Like refugees say best I leave come and get me
 
Killing ‘em softly, ops hardly even spoke
¿Quieres paz o fumar? 
Do you want peace or smoke?
I

thin, cop a crib, cops in bed with co-operatives
They be killing all these kids that they think are opposite to them
It's fucking awful these shootings

doing time
They don't believe in christ no more
Shooters all around me
I don't gamble with my life no more
No more
No more
Shooters all around me
I don't

got pregnant she broke up with me
She packed all her bags and drove back to Boise
She said she still loved me but needed her family
And I was like,

He's Dead

Scarface

The World Is Yours

1993

fucking with me, I ain't no motherfucking punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your cool-Aid pack
See,

Hi just, uh, Ink D33M0N here to give you a bit of a warning
This song contains many explicit topics
If you are a skill freak, turn this song off now

One Kind Of Solomon

The New Pornographers

In the Morse Code of Brake Lights

2019

eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Solomon had his following
They had been calling him by so many names that he lost track of all of them

been living out childhood fantasies
Did Bow Wow reach out his hand to me?
Like nigga what, Cambridge was the man to me
And that's a real bad bitch by

the bass, let it hit

This shit is raw
I hit him with a one, two
His rib and his jaw
He tell me that he think he the shit
But he soft
I don't know why you mad

So make you due dates
Moving some drugs 
Killing this shit 
Dealing with thugs
This could take a lil bit
Drive by the stadium 
They flashing there tits

but he can't afford me 
Not even big ballers could score me Plus I could tell by his toes that he corny Celine everything would think they endorse me