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"When nearly eighty percent
Of American families
Invite you into their homes
These are something special
Welcome to the world of
Pyrex glass

me juego vago, dolo kilo)
What? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, wrist, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Uno, I killed it)

CELINE by my face, ain't seeing no evil
Do my own

to reset, oh, yeah

For your love, I am a fiend
I said, for your love, I am a fiend
But I gotta get this money by any means
Said she got her own money
Thought

an illusion Mary Winstead

Onomatopoeian movies
Comically deluded by my reality
Subconsciously secluded from what's in front of me
But she's talking to me
Oh

feelin real good how u pose an u ill eh
body lookin good i jus wanna come an kick it
what time can i come slide by and visit
yeah
vibe really nice 
cause

k’xela iShumi on the corner
And now umfan omcane run the streets

I’m on my grind pusha phanda
Money on my mind
Like deaf Americans all I see is Dollar

these people
We're so ungrateful
Blessed beyond belief by our God
But all our blessings turn to Idols then we turn from our God
Americans so wrapped up in

nasty, I'm nasty
Introduction nigga don't get it twisted
Look now I don't go by any laws
See I'm just arrogant plus I get on the track and rap bars
No

and Eddy, yeah, the trio of dummies
I swear when DD fucked with Dexter man that shit wasn’t funny

I had VHS types they was the best
We lived by the Bounty

Let's build a fucking wall
It will be so tall, it will never ever fall
By the way, that Obama ain't American at all
That birth certificate faker than

am posted up, like a crane
And that shorty, she lookin' so pained
I get the drugs by the liter
I'm 'bout to blow like a creeper
I keep the blick like

milli' dans le Holster
Drive-by en bolide ces bicos
Nous payent au lance-pierre
Hayce: Algerian Gangster
Cristiano du Rap: des millions
D'euros le

Keiko, always think of other
When you mommy die you grow up so fast
Take care Sammy help with farm
Why you no go to dance have fun?
Do American

tell it was whack then
Cause everyone rapped in American accents
(Holla) but, still I wanted to blow
In a hurry my friend
Looking back it's funny, Cuzzy

position of majority
That's thoroughly controlled by the few
In the minority one percent
Since a kid, resented authority
And businesses made rich from

American History" - Joe Biden

They already hate us so let's make 'em madder
They say we extreme, yeah, I hear the chatter
I put Christ first and the rest

back, like that (yeah, yeah)

Blinded by the glare of the green lights
In the street nights
In my eyes now, balling with my top down
Roof off no closed

Seventeen Seventy Six no fabrication Independence was made by a Declaration
Root for the nation Trump for the nation
Better study up when the news telling

to free the slaves
Red, white and blue is the American way
Don't tread on me unless you're
Ready for your grave
I'm a gun totin' patriot posted
By the front

She right left me
The plane flew away, now my soul is unhealthy
On flight American 47
My summer love left me
And faded into heavens
She came to LA

"Feels like that I've been here before"

I don't wanna romanticize another
Time that's gone by
But I have to be honest and tell you that
I'm an old

Promised American Pie
But they just still ain't gave us our slice
Yikes, so we resort to schemes
Do whatever for the green horror scenes
We've been masked up

Sometimes I still dream about bad bitches and Porsche
Bitch I'm high and I'm fly I'm number 1 lil nigga that shit by force
Bitch I'm balling in my own league

Hayce pour un délit de faciès
Barbe à Napoli, dans la pyramide ou l'Iceberg
Barbare impoli j'ai le milli' dans le Holster
Drive-by en bolide ces bicos