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homie U don't gotta mess w me
But Everytime you hear me you gon be stressin g.
I was turnin all my struggle into luxuries. 
Treated my 05 impala like a 15

by taking your top off 

We ain't just fucking, we make love 

I told all my haters to hop off 

I swear to God that they all broke 

Pulled up wit

really shoot to kill,
Yea its cold outside yea dem niggas catchin chills,
Keep dis heater by side quick to cook em like a grill,
Shlaki n p shiesty u can

make her scream

It's your boy, Randy W, coming to you live from MRPD
To tell you what is ruining the police
It's B-A-A to the A-S
Yeah, I know I spelled

numbers
I fucked up the game then I flushed down the rubber
You niggas been bitches could tell by his structure
Been hot in the winter iced out in

Some fun shit
By a fun bitch

Step in the party
And you know i wake the bodies up
I been going dumb
You know you niggas aint hard enough
Niggas

I can choose

I said ooo
Killing all the lights in the room
Playing hide and seek and you lose
I been tryna link w you
Now Im chillin in a mood
Hit

bust a Strap off
We was moving loading shit up in the U-Haul
From the porch I heard N.W.A
Ghetto Boys, Bushwick, Scarface
Back then we was still playing

prowokacja
Po czym znowu demaskacja
Imaginacja

Ja już nie chcę magicznych
Seansów lirycznych
Terapeutę mam spoko
A tobie kij w oko
Nie czuję już potrzeby by

me, I hope that Scotty beams (Prayerfully)
Lactose intolerant but I need cottage cheese
That means that house money (Yupp yupp)
I'm playing w house

you'd still be here
I was driven by fear
Thought if I spoke
I push you elsewhere
Should have made
My love for you real clear
Your Causes of departure

undressing 

This shit was destined 
I'm shutting down the cities w my testers 
I'm giving out these gifts I give them presents 
I gotta hide my veg to dodge

When I Need You
Written by: Tim Lynch

It don't make no difference to me
What ever gonna be gonna be
It don't make no difference to me  (chorus)
What

Everybody ain't who they claim to be
You ain't tough, why you try to play w me
My heart hurting I'm fighting underneath
Found a reason to live, I

the power, with my grannies
Lord knows I was stressed by my goal
And my role in the game, but then it hit
That I'll only miss if I never shoot again
Makes no

bro a chemist got act with the lean
Know he a actor he yell at the phone all day
But outside he ain't never been seen
I'm by myself cause I don't want

a W, charge it up like double A
Bust up on her double D
I can't act like I'm surprised to some degree
If she ride or if I die the only time I'm

the meantime, It was World Cup 82 
What a goal by Armstrong

And the Cold War was still raging on
The dread of them dropping those nuclear bombs.
I prayed every

You don't know nann rapper that could spit this good 
Nann n***ga nann spic nann perckerwood
No he-she dike no f*g or mick c-rab kraut guinea w*p j*p

just riding round
She got a man, think he found out
I ain't been love in a minute, fell in love w drugs
Bitch we in the club and its litty, kept it 20

on this bitch, keep her
Fucking on this bitch, keep them
Yeah, I just wanna turn up by my soul
I don't want you to fucking go
I just wanna fucking rock

przeplatam
I tak nic nie będzie fajne mówię setny raz
W lustrze chowam co najdroższe mi
Ten błogi stan
Nie otwieraj drzwi
By upaść trzeba wzlecieć
Nikt nie

the record deal
I'm independent boy
So I give the damn
If I still is one of one million

Catch me in the NYC
In Harlem chilling
B-A-T-W
Productions is the top

loadin a 22 I was bothered w Interruptions
My homie bleep bleep that I told I had went to work
He could see inside of my eyes plus I didn't have