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sandals
Some people really need deodorant
Short people get hit last by r- the rain
I have a sneaking suspicion Inspector Gadget is gay
Uh what?
The- Why-

fired

Seen real killa walk down on em fuck a drive by

No gang affiliation dap my brothers fuck a high five 

Ping ting gave me mazi swear her shit was

an advancement 
Tell by how she standing 
She gone do some damage 
Put her in rotation 
Like we bout to do my album
I feel so inclined to hit yo line 
Call me

comprehend what these words really mean to me
I don't write this shit down just so easily
And you shouldn't judge a book by its content if it's Mandarine

me, go fuck yourself, dildo
Balling like Jordan even though it's from a disco
Greatest hits album, people asking if I'm single
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't

straw, thin line
No Way Jose, no not a diss line
Mini mini me, but cheaper
Mow mow my lawn, housekeeper
See ya
Beat ya
Blasting my songs in a massive car

dead body go do better album

I know say Dagrin dey laugh i dy wound this track
E dy show 2pac na ur warri version be that
Na me dy run the street una

yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go
I got 'em on a rope (huh?)

around by haters call me pizza dough
I don’t got no time
Flexin with these rhymes
On my way to Hollywood catch a thousand dimes
Champion looking fly
I

fightin' Around my way You gon' get shot first
Mock neck cardigan, properly hide this Mossberg 
Smokers dancin' in the rain Ain't got to ask if you got

minutes
Procrastination, on the creation, of this a compilation

Followed by a citation, of this album acting like sedation
Fuck you and your frustration

And is the absence of it really so terrible
What would oblivion feel like
I think it would feel great
The weather outside is gloomy
The rain is

and tongue pass
And we got a routine
She cums alot and I cum last
Im all in it
Breaking down every wall in it
Cold out in these streets
I stop by to get warm

the fence
I’m sprinkling over my garden
I dug up the dollars and grounded my sense
I met a few people that get me
No I won’t name em but love em to death
All

Victor Baron

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

when the albums flat
Remember that yeah but now it's flarin'
Got me starin' baby got that Victor Baron
I ain't carin' if ya boyfriend live with ya

reality that's real to me
Take your pick let us go and see
In a parallel universe
There's another version of myself
I've seen
He walked down the street with

(Quincy tell 'em)

Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What

Wallace just sent me to commandeer this
Washed up version that they're calling new hip hop
Ain't gon be no love and hip hop when my shit drops
Shonda Rimes

still got tags
Post your DM bet ninety percent drag
Making it rain, covered in mags
Hick-hop no Porsche just real stags
‘Sanne or the horse both cost me

tame
I keep a bade up on my waist
In case you try me any day
I swear I'll make it through the rain
He kept it a buck
She keep it a hundo
I keep it a K
My

I just keep doing it, doing it, doing it right
While I’m staying inside
Holdin’ on, holdin’ on, holding on tight
‘Till the storm passes by
Still

to spread awareness before I do it with a pair of fists
Niggas blaspheme, rain wrath on the heretics
They by having swag but they raps is embarrassing
Racks

givin' me power, yeah
I'm makin' it rain, she takin' a shower
Gucci collab with Disney, her shirt is Mickey Mouse, yeah

I can see your ghost every cloudy day
Every time it rains
I see two lovers wearing matching rings
Why's it so strange to me?
Wish i could be
Who i