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bumping the oldie tune
Sipping on a cold bottle
A Mike's Hard
Eric pulled up and he didn't drive my car
All the homies come, let's drink away
Got Henny, got

him in his head Imma throw away the body
I was never worried about nobody
With that Jamaican bitch who like to do pilates
Get on top full speed kawasaki

and my past (Huh)
Butcha didn't ask, so I ain't go say (Don't do that)
Long way from a castaway, a stones throw from a mile away (Shee)
Outcast from dem

the pain to emasculate him 'til his balls drop
I'm like a parasite that never likes to socialize
Prevented suicide by writing from an early demise
That would

the time
You delete, you throw away
That's it that's your day
Nothing seems to change
A cycle of a monotonous mental state
You find a corner and you lock

me but went away after I payed him off
But should he surface don't trust a pervert take all he says with a grain of salt
I try to do this and that but

Testament
By someone claiming that every single word of his is heaven sent
Probably throw him in a psych ward
Wonder what he's peddling
Make him take his

droves from miles away and ai shine 
When the skies are grey 
By the way 
I'm a (hustler) you know I'm a find a way 
I got the (muffler) I ain't got time

On The Run

Young Thug

On the Rvn

2018

out)
I got rollies galore, ain't no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking chinese (got woadies right now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe

And this one goes out to them 忍者s
That didn't let me be in the 温泉s
(Aye)
I got tattoos on me (Yuhh, aye)
I got tattoos on me (Tattoos on me)
I got

I remember days
Dating you way back
Before you threw away the love that I thought we had
Was sick of returning your clothes
And not removing the tags

, couldn’t even pick up , saw that picture of spade , why he didn’t get up , late nights and my mornings was early , before I️ had dreads yeah my hair

I'm doin' tonight
He's got the steerin' wheel
On the British side
And every time I see him
I'm sad he didn't die
Six days a week, this dude's at my

on the right station's
To throw away that guy Satan
And go raise our vibrations
Oh I know

See What I dont know is why you took home Danny Cecil God
That was my

thing to stand by
And I think you should go and die
My name is MC Death. I like things to die
But the only question I have is who, what, when, where,

This is for the ones who prayed for me that didn't get to make it

If you ain't know now you know
Nigga pour yourself a cup
I be buzzing like Shwazy baby

Creepin'

Brownside

The Best of Chicano Rap

2009

Kicking it, strap on my side and I'm so high
Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by
Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't

showed them mercy
I walked away, I was the bigger man, and look where the fuck it got me)

I feel like Franklin, I can't trust niggas
You wanna throw them

Marengo
Washington Marengo
Money on he brain, catch me running in the rain
Missed the last train on the way home, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo

better
Them demons step and you fold dead flowers
Speaking of the word, no reflection of yourself
You throw a fit like you late on schedule
He's your

right off the top
At your throats like I'm saw blades
You spinnin out like a Mario Kart race
I get the top rates
So by the time that I take from you I'll

Watching the sky for all them times I was high. Throw my watch out the window. As I drive you'll see Time pass you by. 
Time turned those struggles into

know about this song
They're so far away so fuck Australia
Fuck Australia fuck Australia
Fuck Australia fuck Australia

They talk like, hello, G'Day,

They told us men aren't supposed to cry
I believed them for awhile
Dang
I had some plans
Throw aways
I wanted that
Didn't go my way
Don't cut me off