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Then you just make it home in time
For new news brief at 2ish
Stuck at all this bible study
Shit is not fun
Me and wolf gang go jump nuns for hot
I made this song
But I'm not fully convinced that this is right where I belong, yuh
I'm doing overtime, and you know I get the touchdown
Undressing
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
Try to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
My souls payable on death, home grown out the west
My words be leapin' from the grill
to spark a spliff and let that shit smolder
I remembered this kid Terrell knocked up to fight me
I was eating Fruity Pebbles and watching SpongeBob on TV
I
Atlanta then you need to turn to Tennessee
I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom
Front grill looking like it's dancin' (it is)
Put some stacks on your head
Y'all already know what it is
The only South I know true South shit
Fact not fiction fuck that shit y'all seeing on TV
Listen up pay the fuck
Y'all already know what it is
The only South I know true South ****
Fact not fiction **** that **** y'all seeing on TV
Listen up pay the ****
Always Well will arrive one way or another
We will torture your dreams, we're fueled by screams
Cans of yellow even SpongeBob couldn't eat
Always Strong is
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
this will, this will be brief
So many holes in your body, you SpongeBob on the back page
That's why this beat was made for a pirate, made by Patchface
LI
Wanda
Cause I want the Cosmos pronto
My flow is on the Road Runnin' quick
I'm not the Slow Poke
I'm a quick son of a gun
Yes call me a Jetson
Mind is
Where my dogs at? (right here)
You see them niggas? (Right where?)
Dead 'em, boys (right there)
That's how we do (Alright, then)
Yeah, this is for my
know that you're not tough
No, you're not
Bomb in the studio like Al-Qaeda
John Wick in my hand, all I need's a lighter
Never seen this Dufus rap any
of this it was blended many religions plenty women got my shirt y'all,
At home no longer attended when I was seventeen I bounced like a nerf ball,
Yeah
the sip, bitch, I've been sippin' since Lil Flip
Dosing off inside my bitch, so, nigga, I woke up like this
I'm bringing home the bacon like a pigsty over
I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge with dem grills
So you understand I was tryna pay me
thrust the fuck out of this fag
You know that my dick sag
Better play with my ball bag
I treat all my hoes like slag
By the way
We're not having sex
With
of this it was blended many religions plenty women got my shirt y'all,
At home no longer attended when I was seventeen I bounced like a nerf ball,
Yeah
?
'Cause we got no highclass here
There's no chamber music, this is not even a room
But we're getting more and more
Anyway you go in, you're expecting
is partner
You better keep it proper you know what it is partner
This some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather
Mobsta, had the old phantom now
When you get home go on AIM
Pokémon cards what you gonna trade
Who wants to get slimed
That iconic game boy chime
Let's go to school play 7-up
This
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