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a beast, so mean on the mic, man,.
DJ Joe Green, drop it on em right fast,.
It’s like that around here, we Vegas Strong and so proud,.
Of our young team,
out with the glass bottles
They have that little thing that you put
Your finger through to carry 'em
Them half a gallon
Looks like I missed one hell
I'm from philly
Where bad things happen
If trump won
We was all gone be snapping but its cool
Kus joe took the seat
Like bitch I'm the captain (Like
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes
go if you charging by the hour
I can't wait for the day these roles reversed
Savage little bitch and she prolly gone need church
Got the coldest
mistakes (Mistakes)
These days I got many people for days, but so many people so fake
These days I'm not that cool
I feel like dropping out of school
These
of these goddamn names
Spray painted on the walls all around you
It's a damn shame that the deli doughnuts never found you
Black Counts, Young Gun, and X-men
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
My way
My world
My love
My pain
Every single day
That shit don't change
The Sun will shine bright
Through this rain
Right through these chains
This
a lazer beam (PEW)
Did it on him dirty, like Nicky pink Friday (Shitted Onnem)
Fuck a day of Regening, calling it my day
My way, let me think about it
Uhhh
air back, I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
You nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we
air back, I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
You nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we
aware
Feel the same thing that I do
Mono no aware
Feel the same thing that I do
I think I'm doing okay these days
It's just the pathos of all
face
I tell I love her the other day
I tell her I lover her everyday
Fasho i know you know
Fasho i know you know
That nigga joe
Oh yea he do his thing
she obviously meant "imply"
And I know some guys would put up with that kind of thing
But frankly, I can't imagine why
And I told her, I said
Hey! Are
things poppin'
And that's the way love goes
Give it all till there ain't no more
Surf the net till eyes go sore
A day in the life of an average Joe
Even
and it's like that)
Hoes
Menoles you can come from everywhere
I ya, gotta put these keys in a pot,
boss playa, playa
Check this plot
Cause don't
When I only dreamt of things like drinks of wine
When I only felt a sting when I minced my mind
Tryna think of the things that pinched my spine
All these
lockdown
I been released 3 times that's Bro-Bro
I don't laugh at jokes, that are homo
I can't believe these strangers
Are asking for photos it's madness!
there are
Different little montage clips that
You make up in your mind
Like what a day in the
Life would be like once you're a fully grown
Whatever
thang thangin
Body like a coke bottle, girl that thang bangin
Give her good dick
Give her great pipe
She has good days but I give her great nights
He
nothin try an spoil this day
To Run, D and Jay it's love and my thug salute
'Cause real love's the only thing that comes above this loot
Carhart
Dunk than layup
Eat her little kitty when I wake up
First thing I do is heat it up like a k-cup
That's the way I start my day a little nasty
Only thing
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