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no's I'll be doin' it
But Cudi from a different mode
You can keep it goin' though
No I will never slow
Ol' girl want purp, she is silly, yo
I ain't

(hello)
Cause I live in country (the O)
They warn see me facing time like bugzybut freedoms a musty
Do it all for the souls put it all on the line for

my money to get rid of you niggas 
No ComEd but my powerlines be killing you niggas 

Fuck it put my feet up
Niggas keep they heaters 
For niggas tryna

Run!
I'll find you
Run!
I'll find
Run!
I'll find you
Run!
I'll Find
Times running out
The sirens around
It's time for it now
I'll scream it out loud

to get my ? to ?
I swore to tell the truth, though it may offend them itty-bitty weak-minded crabs
Who gon keep tryna stab
And Bubba with that side talk,

nothin'
Truck eat up in rust and
Thought they wouldn't accept me
Then I felt like fuck it
You can't tell me nothin' country
Country bumpkin
Puttin' wagon

the gator pit, we're going round for round
It's been 35 years I'm asking God for a favor
Live forever now I promise to die later
I promise I'll do more direct

Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You

made a plan

I'll send u freedom in pieces as morgan freeman

It doesn't matter if the gender is the latter

My daughter is a queen

And a king

Double

Never find world peace but keep the piece on you
It's a voice for the hustlers and murderers
But who gone be the voice for the young black suburbia
This

Well I'm sittin' here and I'm feelin’ low
And I just finished off my fourth in a row
Now I'm feelin better by a country mile
So I think I'll hang

of spinach
I show no interest if it's not about business
I know niggas who are ready for pillage
If they need to get it
By any means
I don't sugarcoat or do no

playing silent night
And I'm wishing I was home tonight

Well it's Christmas time again
Missing my family and my friends
Someday I'll be coming home to you

Parole Violators

Capone-N-Noreaga

The War Report

1997

[Chorus]
Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son
Live by the gun, son, die by the gun, son
We can make it happen if we want to 
Jakes'll

Sprawled: the fan’s opposite of my abdomen.
Binging anime with dark beliefs about romance again.
By now, it’s night out.
What did I accomplish? Guess I made

want the money, y'all can have the fame
Promise I'll remain, put it on my chain, propane

Uh, dumb is justification, is it workin', does it keep it

enough
No average, hello
Tell me what's on your mind
Yeah tell me like all the time
I'll tell you it'll all be fine
I'll tell you I'm by your side
Baby

Yeah, 
Drought 3
Hahaha
Yeah
Scott Storch

Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it

Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night, alone
Even the ghosts
Huddled up for warmth
Autumn has come to my hometown

Friendly

get better
Southern charms what gets me by
I'll keep on working until I'm flying high

But I'll be
Singing my home grown rock n roll
I'll be
Singing my

GAWNE (feat. KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens) –LYRICS

[Verse 1: GAWNE]
I swore to the G.O.D…
I was finna get mine…
Cause mama you done made it out

From the city to the country
By way of Canarsie
Packed like sardines in station wagon
My wife says where is he taking me?
Moved to a new town, we put

I'll take you to the april sun cause you won't have a job by may
Gonna lose the election? it must be my birthday!
Your rhymes are just like your

do I have these country thoughts? Cause I've been in it
Shorty been around the block, well I'm still bending it
Yeah, she from the south so she making