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the sock
Cant feed my habits off of nickels, dimes
So it’s green by the acre house come an shop
Herb gotta nigga in the realest state, my medulla Medusa

Hounds
I was never found
You Hear the pa pa pa pa
Than you dead
You don't hear a sound
Than you'll be like a fucking Bum
Laying on the Ground
I am

luck, no magic, I planned this
Black gold skin wonder why I keep tanning
BAD ONE you know what I should really teach classes
Strong woman by my side she

don't play games
Especially not with bums like you
You've got power have ya
Think you can hit a bit
Let me feel it
Let me feel that power boy
This is

King, Cat's Eye
Shawty asked you wear the large? I'm king size!
It's Johnny Yen, handle business with a evil grin
Make three hostages by 10pm
One hanging

pytamy o stawkę
Co nie przeszkadza mu spytać
Czy może nasz ziomek zagrałby mu before i after (za flaszkę)
Bum bum słyszę jak trzęsie się strop
Największa

that dumb dirty bum he got poop for brains
Nigga I seen yo mattress it got stupid stains
Don't make me go and tell Sushi I got stupid stains
We gon' get

be alone for another night
And I’m not gonna know if I don’t fight
But then again, what’s the point, what’s the point
I’m by my damn self so I’m gon

a nigga from, y'all music wack and y'all niggas bums
Don't start shit if you can't finish none, I'm a set the trend fore the winter come
Rolling big dope

on they gone swallow you gobble you
Leave that bum boy at the bottom boo
Them niggas cap in they novels they show the proof
Aw
Know when you want me to love

BUM
THEY WALKED UP THE PATH TIL THEY HIT THE FRONT DOOR
HE GRABBED HER BREAST ASKING IS THIS WHAT YOU COME FOR?

SHE GRINNED AS HE UNDONE THE YALE LOCK,

like David Ruffin
Which one of you punk ass rappers tryna face me
The broke bitch or the bum drinking fake lean
No reasonable doubt I'm the greatest like

of Gatsby don't ask me for no favors (Fuck that)
People sneak dissing and barking a lot, wow
You bums think I'm trippen but really I'm not phased
I been

Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal

throwing Molotov's
Miss me with that dumb shit
Cross the line you better pause
You still on that bum shit steady wearing dirty drawls
I can't understand I'll

you
These bullets might fly through
I'ma get your mans oh they goin' right by you
Man I'm not tied to
Not reppin' flags, neither crippin' or pyru
Get

everywhere, but you workin' for a Pension
I'm skatin' on you bums like that nigga on the Simpsons
Got the bread with the crumbs, pockets fat, Peter Griffin

the badge now
Money by the Pallet my dude shoutout to Ash town
6-0'n this hoe and he's throwin in the damn towel
Thought he had a counter, I wiped it out with

it here first
Oh My Fucking God
Y'all talking shit to me?
And y'all can't even fuck with my nigga Ed like
Fuck outta here
You bum ass niggas
Y'all

just a bum thats lyin'
But I'ma put on for my people regardless
Rap and go hard until my shit is flawless
I am a dog when I walk I leave paw prints
But

cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more

Bitch a bum I can tell by her socks now
Looking for love now it's getting hot now
What that mean, the thots coming out now
He gon' do harm that's just

passing by but only stop to call them bum
I knw just how you feel because I grew up in the slums
Almost at 15 and nowhere else to run
I can tell you this

and I ain't thiirty-eight but I'm getting wap and I get Fetty
Not a single day that I'll bum out
Hit after hit I don't run out
Some dads kid be hating