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Watch-out, Watch, Watch, Watch, Watch, Watch-out Paper, cut, paste, print Paper, cut, run, what is it, bureau, bureaukrassy Watch-out, Watch, Watch,
of a Forecaster’s Confidence and the use of probability statements in weather forecasting. US Weather Bureau. Research Paper N 16. Washington, 1944. 46. Nott,
means I'm due to make a killin' Look, jae skeese my accomplice, and we leave evidence A trail of niggas blood on the floor, a couple set of prints I'm
committee; I'm the president! First class dick; I got the evidence 5 star dick; dick is elegant. Heavy weight dic; check the measurements! Gimme ah purple
Juvenile Don't shit move A nigga can't move his bowels Or catch it like Larry Fitzgerald Kurt Warner bullets comin out the 5ths bureau Baby I'm a make
the hinges, steppin up my interest Jealousy was endless, therefore the sentence For these crimes of passion, was witnessing some dick prints Measurements are
Working hard don't need no tutor Can't be droolin' Can't sleep on what comes sooner I work like a unit Your team be droolers I feed the losers Measurements
if these thoughts are concrete Ain't it been a minute, since you seen Young kick, but it hits so clean Weighing the measurements Say if it's better
mindframe, no angel but heaven-sent So make a print on this landscape and when it's little as a handshake I convince you to think of Bubba as yo' brother
Pop a pill and do something limitless Man your baby be crying, she throwing fits Man, I'm smacking that ass leaving palm prints Look back at me ask why
advice Broke scales I couldn't get my Measurements right See From Peppa's Down to Lefferts I was setting a price Kept a metal for sure When you meddle with
Nike print kick rocks hiking trip choke hold the game for all the poker chips Soloists single-handed getaway bandit planet Brooklyn where ufo's spotted
flash got em' muzzling Gotta out hustle them Walking out the jungle I got fur on and leopard print Bloody dead presidents Benz's at my residence Paid,
I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way I'm on my way I'm on my way like scale measurements of an elephants body mass You're probably trash,
measurements I'ma get sick if I don't Pour up my medicine Got my nigga in Miami bustin' Checks from a distance Laser in the scope so I can Hit you from
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