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Just take the truth
And shoot
We givin' hate the boot
Make the loot
A juicy fruit
For me sweet tooth
And truly I 
Love to move
The way that we do

boarding up the Kenyan theme bar 
The care homes, the synagogues 
In the light of burning sick notes 
The townsfolk swarm like dogs 
With murmured

a different story, I'm on go
Put those boots and hat on, in a different mode
Tryna find a girl in this hoe to dance with slow 
No longer timid, I got my wish

that bitch stay thumping
And she can bounce it up and down, her booty stay jumping
Gone head and shake it to the ground, let’s see you scrape something

Is everything
Beautiful?
Why think beauty only stands two inches tall?

Beautiful
Lightning bug
Is crushed beneath black boots and flattened into

that rover
Swing at man once then we're counter attacking
Boot your boy to Spain cos were sending him packing
These bruddas be duckin and diving

Peeped yo vibe know how you come
1208 that’s where I’m from
In the boot they leave you slumped
Don’t call me bro don’t call me nun
Speaking on the brand

religion Christ or Christian Dior 
Lined up in designer trick we'll take you to war

Took the soul out the jukebox
Money out the shoebox 
A buck fifty no ox

niggas that overlooked me
Are shiverin' out they boots, give no favors if you mistook me (what!)
Law, that's law
I like them quick broads in them thangs

she can gon come for me
When I call she gon come, ay
Beat it up she don't run, ay
She just wanna have fun, yeah
OG in my lungs, yeah
Young OG where I'm

on a dream one with a picket fence 
Digits of it's price run, long hella miles
Running up the tab, the receipts need a file
Make me wanna burn hope for a fix

Wandering above the atmosphere
With no notion whether here is near
Again, again
Swimming up above the sea of clouds
With my boots planted

havin' a blast
The clock had long struck twelve when we vacated the bar
Knocked back by club after club
Fourth place we give up and spark a dart out

What you gunna go and climb
To occupy your time
Wait up man i finally want to get it started
It took too long to find
I've got them 100 pound boots

lame crew, spoon feed em now their mouth full
Peep my tight boots, stepping you know who’s coming
I can’t trust you, if you fuck with my enemies
All I

my niggas got on every necklace
Young nigga keep that toast like I'm from Texas
Maserati eat the block up like a nigga breakfast
I knock your bitch off

they heirs
What makes you think
They care bout you
What you gone do
When you stuck in the middle
Without yo glue
Without yo troops
Without yo boots
You

the meaning, tryna puzzle all the scriptures
Motherfuck whatever broke her heart I’m tryna fix er
Niggas tryna bottle up they feelings with the liquor
I can only

an deck of cards
Can't deal a deck too well
Can't hit the broad side of a barn

Put on your snakeskin boots
Baby take off everything else
I wish I'd been

Defiled carcass in the alley this morning
Boot print upon throat

This city's afraid of us
We've seen its true face

The streets flood with

A solar flare
Lights up the sky
Reflection flashes
In his eyes
Coming fast
Brain bound
Nowhere to run
It shocks his insides out
He is reborn
Or so he

remember I remember ngeskhath sabo Pumpkin Patch nabo Kideo
Abo Simbad
Abo Coolio
Yimi no Sidwell
Up in the Studio
Hey Hayi Sipheka le Sgubhu
On a mission

started off in such good spirits
But then the van blew up
And I will always love your Mom and Dad
For sweet music that they made
'Cuz they made you, a yacht

Yeah 
Tellin' secrets they gone use against you
You put your trust up in the opposition
Like Michael Crichton
How they writin' fiction
But ain't no