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water plants across Europe and right here in the
UK by direct marketing.
Drip, drip, drip.
Ok, on the elective side: fear, fear.
You make her brush her
(That's lit)
(Wait who calling me?)
(Aye)
(Wait, wait, wait hold up, let me pick up)
The station calling my name
Get me some gas, I need to relax
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
bigger bills
I could sort a better deal
Stopped by Rios chicken
Just to get some spicy wings
And my shift don't start till 9 or somn'
Time was nine o' six
seconds I'll find my closure
Nine seconds before we're over
Eight seconds I've had enough
Seven seconds you can't be trusted
Six seconds free from you
Five
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
a baby who good with her mouth
I need a record sign for shit with my kin
Mama said she got some space on her floor
Granny said she got some space
A five foot seven guy, privately educated and white
I just get into the groove, add some funk and indie too
Give my vocabulary room, this ain't
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
you work hard and you're talented
All the love turn to hate, you gotta balance it
Tell 'em go buy some suits and get some hearses ready
Cah we're
delivering the weight of what one's taught.
It's sort'ta simple, some would say it's somewhat complicated
But LIFE IS OFTEN BALANCED BY THE WAY IN WHICH YA
no time to slip
Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin'
Let the MC's know that
7fygurez
Let's go, let's go
Gotta get everything that I need!
Off that henny , dat liquor, and off of me!
Know some n****as that f**k with X, Coke,
here and bide my time
But not easy to stand naked
I won't be another wasted life generated by anxiety
But my way doesn't pave a way toward any sort
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
you in
Baked is all I ever am hope you'll never resent
Drinking like there's some sort of truth inside of the bottle
Shine light on issues under moon
you got some self-esteem, yeah
Girl, every second I'm not with you is like I'm living in hell
And I'd be lying if I said that I've been doing well
It's
on the memorial to the missing
at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it
was as though he was now a human being instead of some sort
im evolving my craft
In my zone i can never relax
In the cold i was warm and thats facts
Tried to tell em i was onto some new shit
Everyday i been
to locate a mysterious elixir
Disguised as a box of mar-juh-rene
And his instructions are
To rub it on his deflicted eyes
Until some sort of miraculous
Cure
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
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