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have this Intellectual capacity that I Possess i'm sick of old and senile people Running for president we need to have a Young 37 year old in the White
count you friend Not since the day you cast me off Like a burr from on your skin No, young writer I did not steal your pen If you lost it in my company
through these young ass niggaz When I walk into the Lyricist Lounge, lyricists lounge Cause niggaz know that Bumpy Knucks'll tear this mutha down Cause
young I used to vandal Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a sandle Always help another brother, never running scandals And if I hit the skids,
young I used to vandal Giving girls the comfort like a foot and a sandle Always help another brother, never running scandals And if I hit the skids,
a diver Let's see who comes out a survivor Show ya, the E's eva young as a writer Young baby father, still a provider P's in the pocket and everything's
fella filmed me "A young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi" 'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you You need me, man, I don't need you You need
to the dope fiends (and smoke) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck Got a young
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol I was never
to the dope fiends (and smoke) Blowing money, stay clean (Freebandz) Michael Jackson, Billie Jean Got a Panamera 'round a young nigga neck Got a young
On a warm November night in 1930 She was simply heading back Regular journey Molly was only young Writer, bohemian Mitford and Milton Provided
asking for ev'rything From an older lady you told me once or twice That a new arrangement could be nice You have a drink with a friend And he's a young
walk And if I ran my mouth then My legs would get cut off I'm just a young boss in the batcave Back against the wall I came back with them back pains
the brother is all man, my ink stay wet, my feather razor Sharp, I'm a big league verse writer, a big bat that pop, young thad old school, sounds Smooth to me,
lean than Pimp C (mud) I'm that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot) They like Glock you off the leash, got 'em jumpin' off they seat
young men ceased from their music for the kitchen our women they missing see them for the streets loose chicks now chickens our kids now cultists
mattered to you How a thousand virtues Kick the same bucket like Chinatown turtles Roving packs of elusive young become Choke-lore writers over boosted
(FOREVERROLLING) Y'all ready? What we doin'? Yeah, yeah Come on, yeah, yeah One-six ('Crae, Phew) Ayy, young boy got bands on me (bands) Mama
YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG Writers Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer Yesterday when I was young the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
Another young girl and another young guy Another blue shirt and another red tie A good writer writes, a great writer steals A good dog sits but
(interlude) Legit music Beatmotion Writer(s): Young Presh
to factories and farms He's a writer and ranger and a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his powers His weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine
to factories and farms He's a writer and ranger and a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his powers His weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine
Swagged out new louis belt Young nigga Ouu he fresh as Hell Why you niggaz talking loose as Hell I Fucked your bitch haha Screw ya self You know me
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