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bucket of bolts back across the tracks.'
Officer, this here's Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
(And he said) 'son, that ain't Loretta Lynn's Lincoln.'
Yeah, I was
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
never comin' home
They locked his father up too he ain't do that shit alone
If bad parentin' was person it's that nigga
He was the getaway driver that
necesita una poca de gracia
(Para bailar lala)
When the night was gone
And the land was dark
Oh stand oh oh stand by
Ba ba ba ba barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba
you that it would
A great big wall has come between us
And I wouldn't even love you if I could
So don't think it ain't been fun cause it ain't
Don't
Ain't nobody dippin' out the back of the club like, "Oh my God he's trippin'"
Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain't
back
He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a week
You fuck up my money, don't cop no plead
Cause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew right then I
the fuck he's goin' on about, but he didn't really deserve it.All he's trying to do is relay a message from me to you, right? And he went the wrong way about
a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
He said "Can you swing a hammer" He said "do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So
was aggrieved and pulled out a weapon
Ameen looked over at me said, "We ain't finna leave
Like what they gon' do? Send us to heaven?"
Woo, takin'
Oh, oh, woman to woman
Was I right or was I wrong
I ain't gonna let you break up my happy home
Now woman to woman
Now you see I don't want no
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
of the venom try to trim 'em
And use religion as an emblem
When it should be a natural way of life
Who am I or they to say to whom you pray ain't right
don't want to do it
Then you don't have to do it
He said the truth is
You'll be okay, anyway
Then in my dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in east St. Louis by his mamma's people
Where they do things different, thought he'd just come
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in east St. Louis by his mamma's people
Where they do things different, thought he'd just come
this nigga run for 'bout a half a block
My fourth and inches when I
Touch down? He ain't gonna
Make it to see when the next Madden drop
Ya bitch said my
don't want to do it
Then you don't have to do it
He said the truth is
You'll be okay, anyway
Then in my dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin
He says "that's right"
He says "where abouts?"
He says "over in England"
He says "hmm what'm I gonna do over there?"
He says "well you goin' up
Oh, oh, woman to woman
Was I right or was I wrong
I ain't gonna let you break up my happy home
Now woman to woman
Now you see I don't want no
Oh, oh, woman to woman
Was I right or was I wrong
I ain't gonna let you break up my happy home
Now woman to woman
Now you see I don't want no
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Oh, oh, woman to woman
Was I right or was I wrong
I ain't gonna let you break up my happy home
Now woman to woman
Now you see I don't want no
of a knife
C'mon hold on tight
Oh c'mon hold on tight
Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light
Ain't
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