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Father heaven that ride
Satan had signs monetary that guide
He say cherish thyself time to bury that lie
My flesh died, gotta thank God
Now I love truth

things you're saying sound so absurd
When your defenses kick in just to twist my words
I base what I say on what I've seen, felt, and heard

I tried

Seasons

Freshchest Affiliates

Head Nod Supremacy

say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all

kindling (Ha ha!)
Reduce me to ashes
Till nothing’s left in me
Fear not, for I have redeemed you
I have called you by your name
You are mine
When you pass

What Would you do ?

Juras wanna put me down, this Maldito won't let em
Chest out full of pride, when im steady steppin
Lompoc PD trying to get at me

your virgin vows if the cum goes in your bowels
That's the loophole, talkin about your poophole
By the rules you can abide if you poke out your brown eye

The Ballad of John and Yoko

Jeff Hughes

Head for Cover

2003

the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.

Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.

out, when they see the ice, man, they say, what's that
Get on with the crowd, lock on speaker, knock on, smokin' on that loud

Baby, it's your chance,

until I find my ground
Make sure that whip is tinted when you ride around
They count every little step you take without Bobby brown
(You see what this

amico
Truce Clan con l'esercito affiliato
Colpo di stato fiamme nel commissariato
In the panchine baby, say what?
Sex every day, why not?
In the Audi

Spazzin out Pluto[00:02.90]Yeah[00:04.55]Haha[00:05.74]ROM[00:07.38]F3[00:08.91]Bring it back[00:09.65]Say she miss the person that I used

shit up when I come around
Pay me I'll pull up it's going down
1ne of them 1nes they know it now
Aint no point in me pouring if ain't brown
Pain in my

ice see
Im the knockout queen yall hos dont wanna fight me
Sexy brown skin complexion
Cuz shits in my purse its a deadly weapon yeah
I dont pay for

gettin' that Poland Blitzin', fearin' your P's, we stolen

He caught a shot, cause his body was open Look, I can't say what I did to my slimes I can't say

money sniper when I'm on court, young niggas swish too
I already know that I'm the chosen one, I'm chosen
Hell Yea
Just not the same as when I lived in

more time there for longer, just a week
So do the maths, I was barely home
And when I'm back, sisters say that I look like I ain't eat
Trap  must have

(Aight)
(Uh, sss) Coming out an awakened sleep
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
The game and I been split by six degrees
It's all within reach, not one

The mood is right
And this the moment
And I'm just trying to get up on it
I know you know that I want it
I can tell by the way you flaunt it
I can

The Ballad of John and Yoko

Frenchy Burrito & the Folk Pistols

Live at the Warhol

2003

the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.

Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.

Crept on, Conan'd like the barbarian

I ain't a prince man I made some mischief
With Will that got me in brown like Harry
I'll light up your life like

none of y'all none of y'all hit the same
When it's all love but I'm fueled by my hate
Look at y'all only half of my plate
All gone 'cause I ate

don't know me like you do when we play
I'm not the type that will lie to your face
Say that you want something real I can relate yea
I ain't playing no

Bought me some heat for my waist
You can tell by my bitch and my taste
Got an igloo for my wrist
I dropped the Xan' in a mist
Cartier frames on my

want to her your excuses/ Chris brown I'm giving you duces/ I'm over you I got a new bitch /say the nigga you wit abusive I don't care about your bad