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my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...
Pleased to meet you...
Hi Howie
We never met a pop star from
eye gone bleed
Sativa cannabis, a dat supply my needs
Di weed a di best stills
When mi come from a range or
Di one a St 'Best Hill
Mi want it by di
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
Run over by a truck this monkey is Armenian
This shooting star's Laotian jamaica, Malta
And Niger are creatures from the ocean
Greenland's not a real
outside and a pussy is part of the price damn you
I’m a get a f**kin bag so big it rips the Louie
I'ma put a hit out on every prick that did s**t to me
Okay yeah
Big c big body
I got the work
They gonna cop cop it
She gonna twerk
And ima watch her drop it hey
She gone come with me e e e e
Couple
bed so just meet me on your patio.
So I hit the patio, gladly hoe.
St-st-st-stopped by then I passed a hoe.
I'm sicker than your average though.
Shawty
the Honda hatchback
Do it for my Grandad who just passed
Big ting big tings are coming
All-Star team call me Andre Drummond
My whole grind most people
Loaded ya dig!
On God
I wanna be a legend
I can’t block my blessings
I do 1st place can’t do 2nd
I’m so tough with love
I live by laws
And morals,
the tone
Tunnel vision
I'm in my zone
Leave me alone
Come join the wave
Or
Get out the way
You a little pickle
And I'm a big deal
Like little pickle
I'M
a meganfox (No)
OK how about star in a Megan Fox film
By 21st Century Fox (Definitely no)
Guess that'll have to be
Another Year
(More of a VVarner Bros. guy
kid (Damn)
(Chorus)
Billing it big,
Baby we doing it big,
Two in a clip,
And baby we too lit to quit,
My hand was tattooed by her hip,
They turn
shine red rubies
St-st-stay submerged in the finest waters
I come from a world where dreams don't exist
I guess that explains why I don't understand
How
ends
Like sport and mi shift way the gear
Man ah top tier
Big up man like James way ah dweet
And ah pelt like spare
Man ah tier
Yo St. Cy now ah we
put it together den we jumped up in the game
Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star
But I never thought I'd make it from the hood and go so far
Spent my eves on St. Laurent,
Cause I’m the St. Laurent don like 21 homie,
And I’ma get money till the Federali’s come for me,
Never been
Too many no's gotta wait in line,
Pop my s**t and get behind
Too many hoes go and hit my line,
Break the ends 'cause I can't comply
Who are you
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
shirt and my stupid beret
And when I'm sipping on a Perrier
In some café town in St. Tropez
It's hard to keep the fans at bay
They say, "Sign my
the place of the Nativity
By St Helene mother of Constantine
The Emperor of Rome
In the third and the fourth century
Just a few feet away from this
Place
the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neil
The second I walked in the whole room got still
I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal
And she
the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neil
The second I walked in the whole room got still
I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal
And she
try to hide
You better not try to lie
You better not try to say
That you was always by my side
Nah I ain't letting that s**t slide
You the type to call
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