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I was talkin' bout Melvin
I'm talkin' bout my brother, I am selfish,
Real gang ties, I been with my nigga since I was seven
Remember ballin' on niggas

Today I put myself before you
When you love something, you give it what it needs
The kitchen has my cactus

It took my name, goes by Mulvin Melvin

only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is

were doing just fine

Mike Parnettaand  Melvin Markoscic
Two Ukrainian boys from Old Saskatchewan
Whothree weeks agocame here seeking their fortune,
By

for this shit that even year 2 makes me feel like a vet
I tore my patella tendon but I don't need crutches no more muthufuka I stand by myself
Ay
I just

Big weatherman shit, you already know what's going on
Max volume
Aye Melvin, what the fuck is that?
Paparazzi in this bitch
Chillin' with some

Yafun Yafun by Meltudvo "God's Maestro"

Chorus:

Jehovah You do me well oh, oh oh oh oh oh You butter my bread iyo oh, oh oh oh oh Everything You do

(triple that bag).


Verse 2 [Iamkingziion]: 
I'm on my Melvin Nunnery, I'm on my Bezos,
That's why them girls wanna tira me un bezo, 
They call me

Victory by Meltudvo "God's Maestro"

Intro:

Yeah, I command Mgheri bu nkem Mgheri bu nkem Hey!!!

I command Mgheri bu nkem

Chorus:

Victory eh Is

She began by asking him how his day was.

"Uneventful for the most part...", he replied then stopped himself short, as if refraining from saying

(triple that bag).


Verse 2 [Iamkingziion]: 
I'm on my Melvin Nunnery, I'm on my Bezos,
That's why them girls wanna tira me un bezo, 
They call me

Jesus Hand
By Melvin E. Knoblett

When you pray do you thank God for his glory
Do you thank Him for the bounty of His land
Do you thank Him for His

Pop Gun, Slinky cnd c Two Dollar Bill
Written and recorded by Melvin Knoblett


I remember every year I would make my list and have it ready for

Just Remember, I Love You
By Melvin E. Knoblett

  I tried to write a song for you  
  I know why things have made you blue  
  I can't imagine all

The Good Ole Days
Written and recorded by Melvin Knoblett - 2012
             

I remember watchin' her during History   
Why I didn't talk to her

like a Porche 911
I got murder on my mind, now I'm feeling like I'm Melvin, and-
I came with that bass booming loud, I know you smell it
I'm a gift, I

say I’m selfish (**** 'em)
**** ****, get famous, then die
***** I’m Elvis! (Ha!)
Her baby boy, but not Jody
I would’ve whacked Melvin (On Baby)
My

Hanging below our knees with a football dream 
My boy Melvin got drafted by a football team
And I remember talking about it when we was all teens 
Mind

stick by em like Coretta
Told her I was from the East that made her pussy more wetter

Pick you up droppin dick off do the Melvin
Wake you up out yo sleep

never sober
Take me to the booth moving in big bags like Sean
I be slidin' if it's hosted by Melvin and John
And only would spit German wit Cida on a Song

ya light show
So you know what I'm feeling like
I'm In the zone of my own what I feel is right
Doesn't matter if I lose or if I win
If I got you by my

but you Up in my head
Emotions running tried to play me But you played yourself
I wish that he would take a low blow Keep it by the belt
Mind racing

hoes man I get it niggas gay
I'll splash on your bitch from 11 like I'm clay
Seen a nigga in the whip we gon' catch em by the stop sign
We gon spray his

me a favor
Do this joint justice
After play Gladys or Johnnie Taylor
Shirley, BB, ZZ, Melvin Waiters or Marvin Sease
Stroking by Clarence Carter, It