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I will make your corpse dance

40 round bust fuck a stomach up
That hoe is dreaming
She thought that I wanted her
She want me to come over and cum

Not that I need one
I’m doing good all by myself
Finally startin’ to realign my mental health
My self esteem, starting to shoot back up
My confidence is

Americana, we’re election victims
Only athletes and hustlers know
The metric system
I’m touched, son of a reverend
I send the tithe, play the round
But I don’t

it backwards
Two hundred shots and thirty rounds
When I be out in traffic niggas broke
I can tell by they body language
Hit him in his top, and watch

o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on specially by the children for a lark

Cry baby cry make your

night we got drunk in the museum

We spent money that we didn’t have

Pushing all that powder round the table

I miss you but I don’t want it back like

takin pictures daily whispers
10 on the richter maybe bigger
(she likes) lady slipper the best baby sitter
I be home by winter save me some dinner
(She

die the same way
I play it cool, let a nigga think it's okay
Don't let them words get you killed
Watch what you say

I be 'round some crooks and killers

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just went and hit the bank
Keep a Ratchet like I'm Clank
Walking 'round with them thangs
Don't move, don't blink
Lil' bitch what

a fever
I swear I tried to get clean
But it keeps the bats away and
It keeps the devil nearer

And he would look into my eyes
My two round lapis lazuli
Back

in my kitchen my nigga
And we was weighin' blow
Mobwire, my nigga, only God flyer
Tryna keep warm by the fire in my fly attire
Never wanna rap

at tip by 6AM
Working on a dream where niggas
Barely say come true in Due Time believe
I once was filled with grieve
Had to count my blessings
Had to bow

about
(Nothing for us to worry about)

So come on parents, let’s rally round
Go to his house, flush him out
Roy take the front, Jel take the back
And I'll

all by Himself
Light it Up in my

VERSE 2
Let's Lift a Praise
Cause when it goes up
The blessings come down
Enough to go round
Don't be ashamed
If You

can't see
Boi is propaganda they talking bout me
Posing for the picture but hate the country
Hate the team, turn round and make your skull bleed
Say yuh

Written by: Ricky Wilde s duBerry

Always tryin' to put me down
Did ya think that I would drown
(Whatever makes your world go round)
It's just sticks

Automatic rounds in the window
We made his home whistle
He caught five, ironic
That was a chrome nickel
Chillin' on the throne, I'm
Killin' rappers at home

'round the K
The perfect combination

It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
These bitches be the opps
They really sendin' drops
Now your

In the reds with thirty thousand
And a blower on me
By myself, still thirty deep
But you won't know it's on me
60K up on my wrist and
You can tell

can ask the streets
Nigga I ain't lyin I was
Raised in the streets
I do your ass mad don't be fucking round me
Call my goons from the Chi
Watchem fly

Hey! 

When I walked `round on sunday down in Mexico
I saw an old man standing and I thought it was Joe
Well I stopped, went right and asked: Hey

I can't get you off my mind, laying here by myself
I can't get you off my mind, I can't think of anything else
The way we spent the whole day

Uh huh
Why is it that when ever you come 'round
You infiltrate and correlate
Without whispering a sound
Come closer to me
I want to feel you near
By my

shepherds 
Evangelist 
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel