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Grandma got me that members badge
So when I join the chat, your girl's in trouble
We're the new kids on the block
Spitting pop rocks
written and that's by default
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear
mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
It's time
niggas pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty
I want
1
Yo I'm back in the frame
Stangzz on the beat and I'm running the game
Blow up your speakers and take all the blame
Ain't on my level, what a big
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
1
Yo I'm back in the frame
Stangzz on the beat and I'm running the game
Blow up your speakers and take all the blame
Ain't on my level, what a big
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'
Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept
if I showed you
I'm talking 10-15 thousand dollars on the tab, that's just on wine
This lifestyle, it'll blow your mind
You know, we goin' have it
And your growth is admirable
But hey I would of love to hop on this track
Nigga this a stick up pick up
Put the fucking information in the bag
I see you
the rules
And when you the king you
Rock all these jewels
Smokin' gas yea I blow like oom
Blowing up like a balloon
And I think your lost your
Mind like you
Fam, I'm doing this for you
I'ma do, I'ma do, till it can't be done
Yeah your spirit's still here
But your heart beats gone
I know he felt safe, when I
well-being to
Say things like this radio
I done talked to you a bunch of motherfucking
Times y’all motherfuckers is behind
The times! Because
Guess what?
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
of mine at its brightest time my dear i don't really a dim
Blaka blaka boom shakalok welcome to the docks
Chief rocka rockin on your block welcome
times
My dad would ask
Whose, whose song is this
And it was always either
The Rolling Stones
Or
The Beatles
And we had a 50-50 shot
When guessing
I kind
chose
I didn't say nothing at first, I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost twenty dollars"
I said, "Mom, this shirt is
you've shifted
We have to take a break and
Then we're gonna show the world
Premiere of your new video
Which I absolutely love i
Love this song so much you
through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme say-er
It's Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
by the stack, comin' at us, get your weight
Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
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