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better
And I'm bout it whenever whoever

Say I'm boutta whenever whoever
Cause I ain't nothing special, foot on the pedal
Gassin my spirit even though we

to work and shit
I gotta make this motion pic - so many sex scenes on the way!
No really buddy there's no need to exaggerate

Hope you listen again
You can

things happened
People need to have answers
Why should he keep asking?
So he joined the Black Panthers
Have a mission, need assistant
Invite, try

you Can be my last girlfriend
I done woke up feeling special
Im not too sentimental
With you by my side
I love your smile
I love your dental
Might need

with the barcode
Something special for you
Tsunga on a whim
Something extra
Textbook typa win

Fire Marshall
Low Riders around the car show
Thurgood

understood were fam
Living good for the sisterhood and brotherhood of man, yo
Imagine, no possessions I wonder if you can?
No need for greed or hunger just

Welcome in this very special encore, it enters in straight through the front door
All while it ushers in a concierge of fatal encounters
We should

late
I need my voice to be heard
Together we’ll make a change
Make a change

I stand with Nigeria
One family indeed we are
One Nation, under God
Oh Oh Oh

mention the endless hours put in
That we put in
But my ni**a, f**k it, know we cooking
I think i'm the best
I think i'm the goat
I think I need golden

also a.k.a if you could say it
Why don't you say it then?

Yeah yeah
It's Chevy Gang Over Everythang
Creative Coalition
Nobody Famous
You Bitch Ass

total shame
Yeah, that bitch special, fold her origami
Face down, ass up, she callin' me Kami
That bitch so bad, she a red-hair mami
I could be your

to the voices in my head
And I got this special knife to sever the cartilage in yo neck
Wait!
I know what I am there ain't a need to play pretend
I'm just waiting

You should know that they a smaller piece of larger compositions

Don't need permission, to be killin', competition
You would think that my opponents

coalition of red demons
Chased down an alley with nothing
Left in your chest screaming
Broken like a figurine spinning
In a music box
Hell descends upon