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pull up to yo hood Hit da line and get good Get good get good And you know I pull up to yo hood Aye Ice cold like i'm A Phi A We be stepping on yard
I'm working, shit! the work rates crazy I'm either sat at the desk or hitting the line I can't talk to you baby I know I been distant lately My
Yeah I pull his card, Said he was ready for this (yeah) These diamonds ain't flawed, Like These is baguettes my bitch (yeah) Hop out in the yard
How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss I'll make you fabulous, sign the dotted line then she added this your mine I know what makes
On the main line, PC's federal and my jay cats are in the hole away from me On the main line pC'S and federal and all my jay cats are in the hole away from me.
They warn write me off But I cant really fall off (why that) Cause you know Gods got me Bros always belling my line more time he can't get through
Hey! Money on my mind you know that I fuck with you I'll be on my grind, what the fuck you tryna do? Snitches on my line they just tryna twist the truth
Tomatoes on the vine, elderberry wine Last week's clothes dryin' on the line Momma in the kitchen, daddy down the hall Bourbon on the table, Jesus
your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried up on some line That keeps you in
break, I run with it It was not a hobby but a childhood passion That had started in the lobby and was quickly fashioned Every line to line, bar for
Smif-N-Wessun Puttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline Test de sound
your couch And it's knowin' I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that have dried upon some line That keeps you in
is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-maw She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom Pull out
Shadows come creepin' down the alleys, Lonesome lines the boulevard Neon flickers to the rhythm of the night, But this evenin', sleep is coming
couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are Dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By
between the lines, they all meat-eaters (they all) And I ain't worried about no beef, we got street sweepers (I'm not) Quarter million for my tape, so I
Keep your clever lines Hold your easy rhymes Silence everything Silence always wins It's a perfect alibi There's no need to analyze It will be
Walkin' the line like Cash, I'm on my mash Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash Lord, it's so hard, living this life A constant struggle
"Live from Beverly Hills this is Angela Giovanni Reporting from WAFRO, 'Will Always Fucking Rock On' radio We're a few yards from the Death Row
"Live from Beverly Hills this is Angela Giovanni Reporting from WAFRO, 'Will Always Fucking Rock On' radio We're a few yards from the Death Row
taste expensive 300 plants in a yard that’s rented I got tv”s on timers blended my bond tight with the plug cemented I need to to get Rich that’s
west on the central line Now I'm BM cruising, white alpine (Yesterday, yesterday) I was thinking "why's This shit so hard?" "Really, can we ever live
world, so I stay in mine And niggas don't cross the line, niggas stay in line Like welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere Hotter than a devil, nigga, hell yeah
There ain't nothin' out here but dogs in the yard And a couple John Deeres, some fallin' down barns Yeah, it's pretty damn clear like lightning in
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