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the muzzle
Who that boy in Maybach by the double?
Out in Miami, I kicked a fine bitch out the car 
Just 'cause her spirit was ugly (I did, Sauce)
We do not

red weight pressing down on my chest
there’s no telling
where he will hit me next
deep crescents branding my scalp
from the fingers
scrabbling

tired of this, sorry I don't mind
(Drive)
Yeah, I don't wanna see no red
We're only drivin'
Yeah, don't let go of your hand
We're not afraid, nothing

Well I woke up this morning like a shattered bottle by the bed
Only when a cookie's broken will fortune come to it
My head feels like an anchor

Hangin out down by the railroad tracks
Got nothin but a compass and some Cracker Jacks
Sun's goin down turn the rails to red
Gotta get away gotta

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:: Music by Hisashi Furue

my success
By showing love and respect
Measure my success
When my family is out of debt
Get it how you get it
Working or you flippin
Teaching or you

borders on the Kafkaesque
Malformed creature
Born of hate
The innocence now lost from this corrupted fate
Afflicted by
Nightly seance
A man becomes

pole ass nigga, no better than the ho', the type that don't like to see good shit grow. Ought to hang you and tag you by the toe John Doe, trick

5-0 cruisin’ by real slow 
Where the city lights barely even light up the road
Try hard not to lose my soul
Momma’s Worry is where I’m going
Roll out

Lipchitz
I make 'em red, they come for my head
Like I'm gettin' kissed by lipstick
My bitch is ign'ant
She put an H in front Hermès
No H in front of I,

fades away

Inna the streets we burn weed now 
Legal we legal
Get it by the box if you know the right people
Smoke one in the morning start me up with

The Promise

The fathers of our land were tried and true
They built a country strong, red, white, and blue
These days we're in need of repair
In our

the
Sorcera spell 
I can see your overwhelmed by my flank manoeuvres
cttack from the bank with my tanks and rugers.
I know I don't mean real ones
Just verbal

In the reds with thirty thousand
And a blower on me
By myself, still thirty deep
But you won't know it's on me
60K up on my wrist and
You can tell

One by one I bring them to their knees
It's so much fun to watch em run from me
Blowin' through the red lights
Creepin' round late night
I'm letting

to erase the place we met
But I’m not so good at sticking
By the voices in my head

It’s a lot
No I can’t
Walk away
When you call
Then you say
Come right

existence threatened by troll horde

My blade glows most mightful
When slaying goblin and troll
To break chains of evil, prisoner set free

With mega-mighty

been hallowed
I feel better
But not as new

My fascination
My fascination
My fascination
My fascination

Your moves
It's strapping red
The sound

The crime was so atrocious,
Nausea was so close.
Your coffee still not end that the phone rung,
cnd here you are at 6:43,
Lashed by the coldness.

sleeved escalade
6 hoes in the truck smoking
Woods out the pound roll up what you
Want countin blue 100's fell asleep drinking
Red niggas postin guns

Perkies, 30s, your pockets hurting
Tried to rob
But he got popped by that owner Kirby
Should've never jumped in the street
Should've stayed a nerdy
That red

the fire an' blood
Let's dye those blue coats red!

The smell of sulfur filled the air

No remorse for the brave
No purchase, no pay

War thunders blast

our words, the revenge of the nerds
Say got you all to believe in, you're the coffee beans I fold
Your Red Bull wings, know a bitch from a queen
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