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with a mask like CDC
I'll start shootin' like i'm KD
I'm LIl Raw, I play with them straps
We spin on ya block, make a opp do a lap
One false move, get

on the master sword
Sippin' Lon Lon milk killing Ganondorf
When Epona trot up to the spot 
Her hooves groove and go grrra-ta-ta-ta

Nintendo Switch in my lap

Danney gotta beam if he running laps
Sin gotta slogen you said you ouside nigga wya
Mb thirty posted by the trap
One wrong that's permanent Nap

Im

natural to me, you forcing shit
She said, baby HD! bad for your health
But she miss me like holes in her belt
Got like 30 hoes under my belt
And like half

and feel the world spin we're going for a hot lap come on in!
Yeah I drive a shitbox
All you hear is rod knock
You should see the miles on the clock
Coming

questions I go straight Helen Keller
This Louis V belt the same color Nutella
She tell me she love me don't know what to tell her
Ain't rockin Margiela's I'm

behave
And don't obey how the corpses frame us
Wearing Orion's belts I drive the plough
Cause I'm high in the sky up in the clouds
I'm a star on God when I

Double G a black belt and I ain't even know karate
She always gossip then she never gonna lay beside me
Still tryna get my energies straight
Getting money

slow-mo, run a mile for the green
Not a nap or the zs, just a lap on the track run it up with the gz

I just roll with real ones, sawa sawa
Chase the bag

go
Yeah I've been running out of answers
But I'm in the zone
Running laps round a poser
I did it on my own
Fuck you talking 'bout
I'm supposed to be

thumbing thru da dollar signs
Yeah, may I deposit my 2 cents
Ya swimming laps 'round them others, they should call ya Mike Phelps
Mike Jordan, Mike Jackson,

that can phase me
I'll take my belt off in the middle of your hood
Come get this ass whoppin' what's good
heat the block up daily
on my baby got

Slatt (Slatt)
But they just don't know
Keep a .40 in my lap (GRRRRRR)
I will let it blow

BigBoiSlatt con la gang pensiamo al cash
Soldi cadono dall'alto

Johnny's Camaro

David Wilcox

The Very Best of David Wilcox

2001

and shorts and tank top,
Hair tied back, and a knife on her belt, and a big old silver bracelet,
I think it was the silver bracelet,
But everybody was getting

Bitch I'm rockin' a Goyard belt,
That shit came wit' a sag bitch
Stuff a 10 in my Balmain jeans, that's some shit you ain't had bitch
Took a shit in

myself
Been that boy
Since I played with the toys
And momma had the belt
So I ran like hell
Guess nothing ever changes
But the sauce
Keep 'em on the net

making sweet noise
Aint no secrecy
Take of my belt
I'll make ya belt like alicia keys

Keep pulling pushing near ya
Falling for ya
Lets get physical
Quit

tame
I'm on my shit
She on my shit, she on my lap and she ridin' my shit
Ho, this is it
All these niggas playin' around
And I ain't even run around, yeah

bad thing
Good girl wey de like bad boy
Aye
I’m laid back
In the back
Of this Maybach
Doing double laps
No slack and pushing back
Take it easy and take

raus und denk an Geld
Sie ist im Aufzug Richtung topfloor sie hat minibag Channel
Und sie will an meine Choppa ich hab Bullets auf dem belt
Ich warte auf

when my idol was
The dope man
But we passed that
Running up these checks
And we lap that
Laughing at the old me
Old me could of ended up
Ona Tee
Got damn

swell
Well... I been about my band no D12, her face up in my lap that’s A DELL
Told your bitch to send my love hell, hold my dick bitch I need some help

backwards
Got dope songs under my belt
If I don't make it
I'll still be myself

Classic
And trust none of this is plastic
It's for real
It's fantastic
One

a disease, motherfucker, you don’t want this
Goddamn, don’t be wishing me well
I ain’t boxing, motherfucker, but they give me the belt
Gin and tonic in my