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I GOT BUT  a soul-food mama- who knows what she wants - and then she puts it right down
I don't need no fancy-food meal -cooked in the kitchen by

animal, animal

Ok!
A-N-I-M-A-L-J-O-N-V-L-O-G-S
Got a lot of reasons to be up in beast mode
'Cause I'm too young and finesse to be stressed
All we

engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
To say it clear, to say it cold
It's over, it ain't going
Any further
And now the wheels of heaven

Murda
Words and Melody by London Thompson and Askari Moore

She be on my jack when I wake up 
Tryna take to take me down on a make up
Now we been

We stayed on the phone for an hour or something,
My father spoke softly
And told me that I'm doing just fine, well alright.
Missed the bus by

before
How many times you hurt me so
And now you´re back again, knocking on my door
As you´ve done many times before
But this time I´aint gonna open

the ghost""
Pressing my face into the hollow of her throat
Suppose I should have learned by now
Ain't no one going to pin her down

In her altitudes
Miles

chokin'
Lord, I know it's been a while since we've last spoken
I just hope You forgive me for the path chosen
All this pain inside my heart, I had

your friend
Cause' i don't mind the purges, as long as you feel you're worth it again
Again and again
I still sit, thinking we're okay
I don't feel

Gruesome wars break out
All across the land
If we can't have it all
Then nobody can
World powers
Crave plunder
They don't care if they
Drive another

I'm a hot bitch, and you not it
Even if we playing tag, you is not it
I love that money talk, give me profits
I'm next level baby you know you can't

singing lullabies .

 I’m a bad bitch and I’m fly . 

Trick niggas love me by the side .

 Yes Ima Tell a broke nigga bye 

 Ima hot bitch, & I love to pop

Today, we'll start with some exposure and response therapy.
This approach helps us in managing compulsions and obsessions
By gradually exposing you to your

by in the Mercedes with the butterfly lights/ bonafide nice what I write twenty five mics/
I said  Im the nicest ever what if I’m right/
You should get

lonely, if only
You could read my eyes  x2

Verse
Your religion, ain't doing you justice baby but,
I'll get the word out, sooner u'll have a good muslim

Let me just get a little close, something that nobody knows
Perfection for this and perfection for that, something that we need just for that

on me? It seems like you a fan of me
I think my music fire, ask yo' girl, she one to agree
Pull up on a couple scrawny boys, we gon' make them flee
Box

and you can hold ya boy down
It ain't even close you beat em by a whole mile
I beat it up we might jus go some more rounds

It's gon' be alright
It's gon'

We represent destruction nigga, death, mayhem, murder and madness nigga
You try me you gon' die, you try the squad you gon' die
A slow death torture,

In my gaze,
I'm sorry but you're caught, you can't escape
Villermore ain't a party, it's a prison, you're my slave
No, wait, forgot, what can I say?

I'll try to keep it simple
I'll try to keep it plain
'Cause I ain't try to go about
Gettin' myself a new name

'Cause ever since a year ago
Your

Christmas Alone

The lights and songs
The presents under the tree
Festive treats and cliché movies
But there ain't no one that'll do it all with me
I guess

y'all keep singing we ain't ever gonna stop

So grab a case of Miller Lite
Yeah put her on ice
Strumming that six string just right
In the mood to roll

I would ever let you in
Guess I should've let my intuition win
Felt something was wrong while we skin to skin
You ain't right for me, I shoulda never