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just to see his name with flashing yellow lights bulbs all around
But he left us in the Mississippi
He wasn't even thirty-one
If only he'd come up

'll spend all thirty nights
I've spent so many nights
Staring into the sky
But one thing I know too well
All we can change is ourselves
And that's all we've

I am down in the mix daisy Flower blooming
In my room where I am Cruising
Thirty feet deep in the blunt that I am smoking
Ash on the ground let

One thirty in the morning, we're watching the sky
Admiring the full moon, wishing we could fly
How must it feel, to be up there, watching the world

what you do to me
Oh, say that you love me
Oh, I get out in thirty
(After parole)
Oh, I would simp for thee
You better say that you love me

glock
Turn over, and over
With that thirty-two clip
I ain't reading on the gun
Imma bust that gun 'til I can't no more

Late at night
Clutching on that

For thirty years of my life I worked in the fires 
Smelting and shaping and pounding iron 
Little by little, it began to take shape:
The most

times when I am still a chorister
Useless to myself
People sending me cigar

I think thirty times
Before I press my computer
As long as God there
All my

when I pull up, it's gon' slap
For thirty years, I fucked up the feature, who wan' rap?
Talkin' 'bout you nicer than me while knowin' it's all cap

'm still locked in
It's five thirty in the AM I'm on all ten
Spin the block once (Skrt)
Then we spin again (Skrt)
I can't lose another all we know is how

She know she bad, I got the bag
Foreign with two-thirty on the dash
I could count cash, fast
Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans
Roll up

I smell like beef
I smell like beef
I smell like thirty thousand skunks done left streak marks on a bath towel
I smell like beef
I smell like beef
I

bitch 
She start getting aggravating

My main bitch ain’t me when I was struggling 
Got my FN with me you know I’m clutching it 
Thirty thousand up I got

[hook 1]
Watching out for twelve I don’t need no Chauffeur
Sipping on this lean I don’t need shoulder 
Steph curry thirty hanging out my holster 
I

Ladies & gentleman
Weighing in at one thirty two, five seven
The new hottest MC straight outta New York City
The one & only,
Kiiiiiing Roooose

Woke

Over
Thirty

Now I'm washing dishes, listening to d.r.i.
We say live fast and die young but we forgot to die
Taking out the garbage with Kreator playing

Nigga don't know him I'm like who dawg
Pull up in a new car take the roof off
Bitches asking me why I'm acting different
Thirty missed calls and I

was born back thirty seven years
Sometimes I dream about Paris
Sometimes I dream about Rome
Sometimes I go to China
When I'm on the bus back home
My God

It's been a long way back to where I came from
Will the house still be standin' on that hill
Thirty years and I can still see all the neighbors
From

shooters, we some misfit's
We do headshots, we do leg shots
Give you red dots, bitch, I'm red hot
Yeah, uh, thirty more racks, I'm
With my Baller Bs, ay

Glock out

Fiendin' for blood, tryna let the whole thirty shots off
I hear the rumors, that ain't stupid, it's just all talk
Niggas said I did this

100% Pure Love

Crystal Waters

Universal Presenta...Clásicas De Los 90´S

2012

play, play, play, play
Play, play, play, play, play, play

Not ten, not twenty, more than thirty, baby
I'm given a hundred percent
Pure love
I

Eighty-five degrees
Feels so cold to me
Cause your skin's
A hundred thirty-three
What I want from you
Ain't the same thing you want from me
I just

sneaky
We could do dutty
Late at night, it's twelve-thirty
Put me on a pedestal, and I like it
And I like it
Put me on a pedestal, and I like it
(Know that