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at 8:00 P.M.
At any selected restaurant
I'm taking my 1 hour dinner
At any selected restaurant
Every Sunday night at 8:00 P.M.
While I am eating my dinner
the Bruce, dropping 800m pounds
Faster than your first son, I'm faster than the fastest guy
Pass me the klue, I'm dope as hell
Hommies bounce on the flow
SLV01 Capital
J'suis sur Paris j'ai pas dormi
Il m'faut 800m2 de surface habitable
L'autre il voulait monter brûler toutes les étapes
Mais ça a mal
there any truth in my irises
Or is my imagination running 800 M’s?
Do I wrestle with fantasy?
Was this never real?
Or did I open the curtain and let
lyrics
I'd love to hear it
All you gotta do is pick up the phone and just dial up this number
It's 1-800-I'M
got the whole studio
Eating out of his hand
You can be on too
With the nuts and the geeks
Call 1-800-I'm A FREAK
1-800-I'm A FREAK
Be
[01:30:400]Just know that I am yours
[01:40:550]I'm all yours oh Lord
[01:44:600]I'm all yours
[01:47:700]I'm all yours oh Lord
[01:50:800]I'm all yours
feet act like nothing is bleak
Act like it's worthless to me
Act like it's nothing to me
me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
It's Mr. 1-800-I'm at your
on me im still tryna shake fleas
Hot nikka some like JUIVIE Bitch I'm 800 Degrees
Yeaaaa
I been rapping since I Was 3
Off the porch at 13
Feel In love
avenue 1 800.
Je m'appelle W comme n'importe qui
Mon père s'appelait Z, mais c'était un génie.
Un de mes grands aïeux lui s'appelait Blanchard,
the block (bitch)
Aimin' his top, finna hit from the Glock (bah)
Bitch, I'm 800, I keep me a mop
1400/800, you reppin' or not? (Not, woo)
Bitch, we too
so you know he gon' row
Niggas biting all my flows bitch you is a leach
1-800-I'm-That-Bitch call me Mrs. Peach
the braids
Hah
I'm Iverson, do a crossover
Hop on the court and I really expose ya
Thought I already done told ya
1-800-I'm-A-No-Limit-Soldier
Ice Cream Man
you lost some hoes
No we're not the same
I'm trippin cause I lost my bros
I want them high degrees but my heart too cold
I'm 800 degrees but I'm feelin
1-800-I'm-Geeked-In-A-Bitch
Slide in a pussy, blood leak from the wrist
Hoping that my bitch don't freak when I dip
Eyes fuckin' leveled at the
Edge
more than a man with a camera
Telling these stories on more than one canvas, I am the renaissance, I got the passion
I got the lead, I'm 800 dashing, I
it
Can't believe I let em do it to me
Felt like I barely made it through it
March 19th 2020, 8:00 a.m
Glad to see this way of life come to an end
Wake up
8:00 A.M.
Gotta go
Oh shit, I almost forgot my flow
New to this town but I’m still a kingpin
Knock Knock
It’s me coming in
Got Air Force
I'm 800 miles away from everything I've known
And I find myself out here alone
Chasing dreams that never came to be
Oh how I let you get the worst
with the gin, 8:00 a.m., once again
Working hard baby, I be tryna put you in a Benz
Baby got that cake like a bakery
Blow my dick like a candle, she
dudes weak. I'm 800 degrees Fahrenheit
You gotta feel this shit 'cause my shit the business
I'm polished in every sentence 'cause I'm in this shit to win
Walking down the street at 8:00 a.m.
Like I ain't got no worries
Big smile on my face
Man I be happy 'cause I know God got me
Thankful everyday
I've
do to you
She don't care I fucked her friend
They brought a friend, that's 2 on 2
Bitch I'm 800° degrees
Treat your wifey like a freak
You pull up
spirit
[01:46:300]The bracket of your grace
[01:53:000]I'm so loved
[01:54:800]I am so loved by you
[01:57:950]I'm in love
[02:00:300]I am in love with you
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