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back we gotta Lift up all our averages And breeze through This dark blue (I don't wanna let it go) Hey Boy, You're the only one who's in your way boy We
Tonight Tonight Don't need you Tonight Come on my babe I know what you want now Show me your moves we up never come down Roses are red violets blue
Malone And the Social Club Band Bob Luhr was in the house We had a St. Louis jam By the end of the night I had me a job at BB’s 700 hundred south
crash Bitch, I'm jus a demon, I ain't no rapper, I ah get on ass, Surrounded by these killers, you'll get left right in the past Keep my gun on me,
jam If i get in some shit I got voices in my head saying kill em I know we all fighting demons my n***a I got some shit on my chest Thinking about it
here on my hip you compliment my soul Thats my One, Two, Three, Four, Five Six, Seven, Eight, Nine millimeter She gon Stay right by my side Always down
And God said let us make man in our image (Tech) According to our likeness (N9ne) Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea over birds
Just bought a new Lamb' The blick it won't jam Whole lot of new money, this shit ain't no scam Came up from my gram I'm serving them yams
hair I walked in through the back door entrance Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense Chased by a weed aroma, empty
bar By a naked man his dog And a brOken dowN guitar What do i do What do i say How do i make you Look my way
These n***** aint f*** with me these n**** know I live life sucka free ayyyye These n***** wanna be where I be these n***** wanna see what I see
gold bones What the f-ck you boys want Roll on you like a joint Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point [Pharrell] KFC by the bucket,
Yeah you know how we do it, Funk Flex, Big Kap, Def Jam The Tunnel, Ruff Ryders, Let's go baby [Chorus] Ruff Ryders (We in here!) Ruff Ryders
for me You dumb if you start testing Li All she know is Ketamine, N' Exotic guns off Destiny (AAAGHHHHH) Run up- this a new raid This might be yo due
a deacon Oh praise the Lord I said hallelujah I beg the Lord to win the lottery he brought me to you Had to put the guns down to pick a rose up Is this
I got a gun, you need to stand fo' Fuck you bring yo man fo'? S be the ghost, double R what First come the hawk, then next be the toast K
[pmd] yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it [e-dub] redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam [pmd] erick and parrish millennium ducats Hold me
Rocket with the top down, whoa Barrelin' down Highway 9 Pickin' up the same crowd, whoa By the Pepsi sign Baby, gun your gas Paint your
But if you'd jus wake up You'd see the meat they eats from you sheep Come on n take the red pill Blue pills for the weak You've been standing
Malone And the Social Club Band Bob Luhr was in the house We had a St. Louis jam By the end of the night I had me a job at BB’s 700 hundred south
cheese, gettin' fetty I know killers by the boatload Pile bodies up by the boatload Fuck all that talkin', nigga, get a steppin' Blue is you red, nigga,
bye when Ever I fly by cuz i i No need to reach cuz you'll be Claiming my fault Betta watch ya mouth with that jibba jab talk Seasoned beef wit sum
seibamen Shoot you out your brains again Fuck a gun i'll use my hands Beat that nigga blue and red 50 hits and then your dead Really love america damn Niggas
difference We all hustlers, blue billy We conditioned, by conditions Capitalistic, read through the lipstick Shit that they make up, make us forget shit I
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