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be the reason why they get it right back,
And so they got
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
routed
King of the bottom
No reason to doubt it
Rap game crowded whole lotta cornballs
Bigboitalk somebody better warn y'all
I'm big dog I never played pee
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
by. They love us.
Why not stay forever?
Oh, so many reason why, All those in favor say "Aye"
Aye!
So sing a song.
Let's hear it for Merano.
Merano!
did
But who knows the reasons why you did what you did
I can't help but wonder why
You lived your life as a big fat lie
You act like you had no
Put your bid in
Get your hustle on
This underground shit
And I'm the underdog
You niggas little smoke
Boy, I big chief
Louisiana Made, but I rep Tha'
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
in someone's name
(In someone's name)
Don't drift away
Let us stay
A little longer, a little longer by your side
Let this light
Become our guide
Welcome to the town of angels, we're so glad that you've arrived
Forget your guns, put on your halos
The sign read, as she flew by
And everybody
and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin'
A little girl made a great big wish
To fill the world full of happiness
And be on Santa's magic list
Shake it up, shake up the happiness
Wake it up,
fucked you on the counter
Spanish little baddie say "Papi ven a follarme"
She like drinking Milwaukee’s and taking pictures by the mountains
She a model
Chorus
To this small, little
not too big, little homey
Nice, little, quaint, little
always kindly
Old New England town
Welcome
If you're new
I get all the cock
Silky slim is what they call me, cus I'm so low key
When y'all niggas in my town, nigga, hoes on me, for real
Respect game,
of this shit
To calm down I take another hit
Reason why I made another hit
Cause
I just want to be
Blunt a beach
Sand on my feet
Feel the ocean breeze
down to you and me, I can never let you go
You're my reason for believing
That's why I'm never gonna let you go
You're my reason to feel things
That's
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
at the homestead and then in the town
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Vestey man said I'll double your wages
Seven quid
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
Watch him come thru Watch him come thru(aye) (aye)
This little light of mine I'm gone let it shine
Told y'all God was b.i.g they thought that I was lying
One more time for y'all, y-y-yeah, huh
If you didn't know you know now, OutKast, Stankonia
We shittin' on e'rybody talkin' that bullshit
Now
on girl, yeah
I’ma finish like a starter, girl
Big city, small world (Big city, small town)
It’s a media, baby
All through my headphones, yeah
Cocaine trap
Yeah, b5, the big bad wolf,huh the big bad wolf,yeah c'mon, the big bad wolf, B5, yo yo yo yo
From the throw there were 3 little pigs
Little hats
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