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records said you called the office and went nuts
Makin' death threats, talkin' loud, gettin' buck
Man, they said I did what? Folks I'm just gettin' up
one I should call next
Man I really hate sending text (I really hate sending text)
Bro just hit my line like what you gone do next (Im glad you called
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man, Mick McCann
From the banks
Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
Put his ass on the stretcher
But if he survives, I'm willing to betcha
He'll be out for revenge
They
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
would you like me?
[00:20:00] Last week I was going to my job
[00:22:00] Then this lady asked me "what's the rocks?"
[00:24:00] We were on Bus 189
Christopher and the girls
Oh 20 bucks man your brain's in a whirl"
Oh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Christopher and the girls
Christopher and the girls
And then
I'm not hired, I'm freelance
No you're like a horrible vagrant man
I don't know what I'm called but I'm Heebie Jeeber over here
You're like a vagrant
bam bam bam
The bitch packed a twenty-two
Hit him in his head, there she laid him
The nigga standin' by the door I sprayed him automatic fires
Beta on beta
Sonic got sold by sega
Noblesse brought me ragar
Euron shot and killed ma rhaegar
Raider
Called me as I flew to space
Only 20
And Shackleton led the way
By April of sixteen
The crew caught a gleam
Of a place called Elephant Isle
But it was so remote
That no explorer's boat
Would pass
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
And while chasing an elusive snowflake
That was determined to reach the ground
She bumped into the businessman passing by
And nearly knocked him down
bout?
i been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
i was workin on the album i was listenin now
then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it
With my old man and his gray hair
Thought about the road I chose
20 years ago
I left as fast as the leaves fell that autumn
I never looked back and I
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
man. There's a couple different companies. They now make a beer for dogs. It's called Bowser Beer. Swear to God. Specially brewed for dogs. Does this
96.7 was playing a song called animals by Martin Garrix it was amazing
He told his mom to turn it up that nigga was going crazy
And when the song was
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