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a Deacon and the Treasurer at Russell Union Church for many years. His daughter, my cunt Virginia, helped raise me as a child in her home in Warrenton
Cancun
20 bitches runnin' 'round nude
I fuck her bottom we fuckin' them by the two
I got water drippin' out my jewels
If it ain't Actavis nigga it
Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things
take ya shorty like John Gabbana
Tell me wassup, we on it
All for the bag, I'm on it
All for the-
All for the smoke, wassup
We never duck, we up
I'm
mixing gin and mixing tapes, tryina set the record off
Looking for the lucky ring, touch her with the lucky arm
Told her ain't no looking back, you just
a lightskin bitch
She thick and her name was Melanie
She bring out the better me
Name a nigga who better than me
And I still act like a ball player
I go John
don't cry
You'll forget me by and by
You're just fifteen I'm twenty two
Joni I just can't wait for you
Soon I left our little home town
Got me
funny
I ain't go buy a bitch a birkin
If I do, that bitch is lucky
Yea, I know I did not fuck
Cause that pussy kinda musky
Now I'm fuckin with her sister
and the moon was right
The ? was really perked off the Red Zone
I was in my MPV, I was all alone
A lot of out-of-town people asking me for
My John Hancock
hard to improvise my life was crashing like
When I wrecked the rental at enterprise
She said she love me I could feel her lies
But I'm captured by
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Intro
This Your Man Lucky Murray
44 Representer
(cnd Uhhh)
I had to bring this one back
For The Offbeats
Ready Set Go (Go)
Hook
I Got 2 left
and cause them to work for free
And build a glorious civilisation
Now her first response when he made this request of her was
That type of activity will
eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just
mother's blood crawl
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God above knows
It's lucky for me lad
trippin' and for what?
Why must he think he 'posed to change her
When she'll give the pussy up, even to a total stranger?
And, I'm just one of 'em, you
In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love
For
And lucky for me, I see
A fine young lady's eying me
The lights are low
And our friends were all around
I walked up to her slow
And you know what
newsworthy
Held hostage, without liberty, by hormones all in mutiny
But John sang love, make love not war
Yeah, John sang love, make love not war
no damn genie
Bitches always want a freebie
I'm John Cena you can't see me
Why these niggas talking about
Let me cuff her
A lot bad bitches
Yeah under
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
a secret recipe
Intercepted from a third eye view
Im hella tryin to make moves
Got her in line for the soup
Sean Paul she stickin to me like glue
I can make
choos on she don't need no help
Livin that life no time for the lames
Then she saw the boy yeah the boy J. Ave
Bout to get lit made her stay a while
Had
YOU SHINE BRIGHT
You shine bright
You must be a diamond, baby
I'm lucky to find you, baby
Let not me remind you, baby
You shine bright
You must be
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