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from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
the analytics
They knowing my lyrics
Just Listen
I'm one of a kind na na
I'm one of a kind
Can't fuck wit my grind Na Na
Can't Fuck with my grind
I was down
in a boat house was I drunk or was I sober
I left our sodden beaches and I headed of from Dover
Caroline
Caroline - She said lyrics are dead
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
know you think you're hench
True say you've got a new weight bench
That lyric right there was evil
On Déja, you can ask Diesel
1210s and the Stanton
Sam was trembling and shaking ... No fear, no worries, only rooftops
Music by Rita Tekeyan Lyrics by Rita Tekeyan
© 2021 RITA TEKEYAN ALL RIGHTS
bridges Destroyed highways
More dead, more injuries More houses destroyed The day repeats itself And Nora's tree
Still grew up high
Music by Rita Tekeyan
Nigga Lyric hit me like
You think you can vibe to this
Its easy, its love
I get the shit from my past
Let the beat telegraph
Catch a vibe press
Ever since Jill got Jacked I'm the nightmare before Christmas
Don't want me in the house please don't put me on your gift list
Beats dark and slow
Wanna get rich without a story
Wanna new whip to gas and floor it
Wanna new house with matches floors
Wanna new boat right by the shore
Wanna new
of IUP without a four year degree
Got robbed by the cops for a couple of g’s
I got a job just to try to pay the lawyer fees and
Low key sell trees, try
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
Why you brothers insist on usin' the word nigga?
Don't you know that's bringin down the black race?
Personally I think the lyrics are a bit too harsh
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
of the fittest, first rule of the strong I'm not made by Nabisco, but I drink Cisco When I go to Hardee's I always order me a Frisco Combo meal $2.95 Oh what a deal
to BABY
Song Lyrics Written by Terashon Blakemore (BMI)
Only1Tipy Rap Written by Trevell Franklin
JString Rap Written by James Stringfellow
Performed by
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.
[Chorus]
[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
Yeah, Yo, Yo, Yo,Yo, Yo , Yo
I say
Ima Stay Inside n**** , Yeah no house parties
No house parties
No house parties
No house parties
Ima Stay Inside
of reciting lyrics
Stayin' calm, but then droppin' my bombs
With my voltrons, protons and my atoms
Boom! An explosion, I'm speakin' very complicated
Where
startled by the presence (the East is)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, God, danger)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, G-God)
(When
startled by the presence (the East is)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, God, danger)
(When the East is in the house)
(Oh my, G-God)
(When
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