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up homeless camps
Run by National Guard
No need for property
We can use city parks
Regarding North Korea
I'd offer Winter Olympics
And with Iran
you, it ain't because my whips is roofless
Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus'
Other ballers
his card
I said screw it, put it on mine and grab another
Round and sat down with this old motherfucker (sup)
I said, "My name's Chris" and he said
as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake get two of them for one
Then I move
You should've seen my cursive back then
Every letter was above the line
My ps and qs raised their stems
So nothing crossed beneath
I'm a little
You should've seen my cursive back then
Every letter was above the line
My ps and qs raised their stems
So nothing crossed beneath
I'm a little
say
When I was a little child
mama said to me hold your God tight
And made him close
O yeah o yeah
That's whom you're
My king and Lord
I just want
saw them in the summer
Just as warm and just as full of color, and healthy too
Convey my best to little Elsie too.. and by the way
Shawn tells me that
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
surrounded by a bouquet
The moment that you replay
You is I rewind the tape
Still haven't seen you so I wait for the moment that you awake
For heaven's sake
if I seem a little off-key, or I sing a little off-key
More than mere melody
Using horn and string to quarantine from a disease
That sees us as less
on chrome dipped dub deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus'
Other ballers look dumb when they press you, five and sixes
You don't
some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up
to take her by me
Get on the floor, make it bump more, shake it mami
Let's ride, I'm your Clyde, you can be my Bonnie
See you the type for me, mami so
to take her by me
Get on the floor, make it bump more, shake it mami
Let's ride, I'm your Clyde, you can be my Bonnie
See you the type for me, mami so
christ
All my apologize
Am living by the vice
Let me some time to be nice hey
Sorry jesus christ
All my apologize
Am living by the vice
Let me some time
the love
Incase you still de doubt reality is Chris
Not philosophy
Carnalty but the Christ
How much in your bank no
But the Christ
In my life Jesus Christ
on a demon get rocked like Chris
My fit's two toned kinda like Marty in the flix
Back to the future my endgame is fixed
Had to take a little break yeah I'm
forget about you? (well -)
I know the reasons there are no more seasons
Scream little children while we drink your tears
Or let them turn to icicles
the summer and we sunburn
And we suffer
Yeah we suffer again
The whole country’s burning on a flat screen TV
Jesus Chris I have no idea what to believe
It’s
can't be just waiting
Nobody but Jesus can save me
So homie stop playing
Don't get it mixed up
By saying I switched up
If he did it for me
He can do it
surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?
[Hook]
feeling this lil chick
Just a little a bit
Want a-lot more
So I plot for it
Tryna be at the top like a high score
Is you with me?
All for it
How many
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
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