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bitch?"
I'm like, "I'm fuckin her right now"
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies, I got ten
Remember me? Seven executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima
For this
molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by
We
Sung for so long
A swan of a song
Melodic requiem
Let us wish goodbye
To all we can’t outgrow
Refuse we refuse to know
For this primal eternity
Actually, I started in Illinois, Khoikhoi and Tswana in the kid
Bloodstains on my fatherland
Bloodstains on my motherland
Tuck clay, all of it's red
Stuck
trick in the book
But I sure would fall for that
You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
When I get on the mic I'ma snap
Make you wish
a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me
Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
Cock back, red octagon, stop that
Plenty more for you,
Can anybody here pass me a beer
And I'ma keep playing this music that you hear
And if you know the song
Then come and sing along with me
Walking
For those of you who don't know about Ms
Pinky: We recently visited that
Colorful country Finland
And were met at the airport by
A gentleman named Erik
come back
'Cause she felt right
Red light
Red light
Tailing on my headlights
Lemme eat your egg white
Dripping like a red wine
I'ma get high
Fuck a fed
Showtime (flamers)
If you sippin' on somthin put
It down right now get Money
We bout to get it poppin, this song
Jahlil Beats
I like my rosé red
Mrs. Mills waits in the dark
For the red light to go on
And the curtains will be drawn
So none could see
All the townsfolk they don't know
What
If you digging rhyme, then you digging rap
Jimmi's digging this and we be digging that
Yeah
The song is by some groovy cats
If you can dig
and the
Ballystockart road.
With boffyflow and spike
I said I could describe the leaves for samuel and felicity
Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green.
Didn't I
and the
Ballystockart Road.
With Boffyflow and Spike
I said I could describe the leaves for Samuel and Felicity
Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green.
Didn't I
and shit?
Judging her past and shit?
Well it's completely my future
A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
And I'ma need that forty dollars
was spread
No houses or farm remains
No christian woman unraped
Their church consumed by flames
Their steel shines red
With enemy blood
It sings
by him
He's Lying
Gas lighting
You're Fighting
Still Crying
Signs to walk away
Watch out for the Red Flags
Watch out for the Red Flags
Watch out for
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
didn't care
Touched by his first kiss
Fooled by his first song
The way he led me along
With my ribbons undone
Ribbons of blue
Now remind me of you
the streets
Side by side, watchin' hustles, now she blazed like the streets
This is for my women living in the struggle
Getting brought into this world
the streets
Side by side, watchin' hustles, now she blazed like the streets
This is for my women living in the struggle
Getting brought into this world
got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take
his Barkleys
That's ten years, I told Pooh in ninety-five
I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if
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