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Yeah, I feel the spirit of V-Mo in this motherfucker
Pa$oe Dodi , long live my motherfucking lil' brother
Fuck with it
Yeah

Uh-huh
Nigga really born

High as fuck, I just popped me a perc
And I got my own back, like this V on my shirt
Like a stripper, she makin' it twerk
I be smokin' yo' buddy, I

they
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They moving this work
Like a nine to five
These nigahs be hating on me
I tell them tap in
But they never tap
It's cool
But imma

I got too many hoes, I can never be alone
Three fifty in the morning, bro ask me to roll up a three five
Too much on my mind, smoke me one just so I

Thought I had a 9
I had a katana
En la otra mano
Tengo marijuana
Después le corté
Como una rana
Como bye bye
Adiós, no hay mañana
No hay oración
Sana sana

leave me alone
Yeah ohh
Imma keep on thuggin til my God call me home
Protected by angels but perceived as a demon
Searching to be loved can you see my

the street to the Gap where all the
Yuppie college kids shop
I was there until about 5:30 or 6
I scored about 10 bucks
So me and my girlfriend, you met her,

California King

Hot Apple Pie

Hot Apple Pie

2005

out to L.A.
And I rented me a palace down by the sea
A small town boy to a California king

I rolled up in my limousine
Paparazzi on the scene
I'm

the cielo
Porque la vida es una y fracaso no podemos
So let's discredit the foos that said we jus' some pandilleros.
As the bass vibrates the place like a 9.5

a fine chick that look just like LaToya
And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya
Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
Boy I'ma vet and you still

Na na naa na naa naa naah naah
Come give me ginger, you my lover gyal, no other get dat eh
Come give me ginger

Yeah yeah, anada, alright
Tingi Ningi

“Take it to the streets and fuck the police
No justice, no peace (Fuck 12)”
Stay fighting, May Day Five, I’m the one that mastered
What’s written,

nine
Face ten waist ten and her ass like whoa
I'm going to slip her six-point-five
Sorry if that don't sound right
But what the fuck do I look like
I'm

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bí, se mnou tě to zabolí
Ale pak ráno vzbudíš se a budeš vědět jediné
Že bylo to fakt nejlepší a zavoláš i v pondělí
Že dala by sis další, epizodu

subtly every move gotta puzzle
Uh
La Vida Murda two had the peoples jaws stuck
Got DM'd by your news reporters heeding to my stuff
Tobin bell but I won't

Me and my bitch we passed you bitches
More swagged than niggas, Don't ask 4 change
I hit the road now I'm faster than niggas
Convertable limit I'm

mitt
Tear this out my humble, I'm too precious to be fuckin' with
Working through my ways and I get better by the day
Think it's time to raise

I used to live in LA, right by the freeway
I stayed out all night, drank whiskey like wine
Lied about my age

I was working till four at the old

King Steelo verse:

Them slums make ya numb when U struggling on crumbs... Dat 9 to 5 don't pay enough the alternate---U just a Bum... Add crime

I ain't been by this way in a month of Sundays
Twenty-five miles outside Omaha
It's colder than I remember the wind I recognize from far away
Takes

bad little thing and she hop up on the dick
Got the DSLs on her, I can tell by the lip
Keep it on me where I go, boy, I ain't gonna slip
And all my

fried behind the needle
Stuff happens in Texas
They kill young blacks and Mexicans

Now, the stuff just hit the floor
He take the bin by my crib and left

Pick a night cause we getting ov, ov over
LA Knights, yeah we feeling kosher

Uh, I got like 1, 2, 3, 4
Imma need like more
I got like 5, 6
Na I need