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get fronted if you ain't known
Said your face, car
Good but you don't leave your home
Got this Carly red bitch sittin' in my home
I'ma blow her back out

4 pound
Baby won't you come over
Baby I wanna hold ya
Put your head on my shoulders
Yeah I love baby girl
She my whole world
Got me waiting by

lightly begins to rain screams of terror 
Are hidden by the passing trains 
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried 
As he drops to his nephew's

piece blow, I never miss
Told you girl how to a whip the girl now she lesbian
You can level up, still won't be on my level then
It's level 10, these

fuckin'
Do you know what to do or do you need instructions
Thick red bone wanna take me down never seen me in public
Boy that is not no fucking red I think

Wall to Wall

Busta Rhymes

F.I.L.A

2015

to walk

Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,

Wall To Wall

Busta Rhymes

Fly International Luxurious Art

2015

to walk

Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,

didn't sign up 

Just wanna fuck 
Just wanna fuck 
Just wanna fuck 
No relationship didn't sign up 
Just wanna fuck 

Only L I have is louis 
Not a G but I

send one of my lil' niggas
Come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit

da Louis V, Bolsa da Hugo Boss

Pensa no agora, só não pensa no após

Sei que tu fica louca quando escuta minha voz 

Minha voz, minha voz 


Eu não

Rugged Ruff

Bahamadia

Kollage

1996

v6 engines when I be 

enterin' - grammatical vortexes twistin' like rolodexes context is 

randomly selected ran like red lights by eager

Lost Hill of Memories

Elvenking

The Scythe

2007

blow off all the fears
Fearless I stand, strong of all the emotions I lived through
As my memories and soul belong to you

Painted into the setting sun

clap, clap, clap

I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no

Draco got that kick-back, when I blow that, they all do track

me
Smoke all in this wood we smoke gas by the tree
Yo boy in this wood or the red swisher sweets
Heat is outside if you think this shit sweet
If i need

turn green. 
Animals wake up from winter sleep 
to welcome the warm Sun.
The Winter Wind sees this.
"Everyone likes the Sun."
The Wind blows. 
It blows

meat with a ottoman up under my sneaks winter time Louis Vuitton fleece tonight’s deserts red velvet cake peach cobbler with a nice glaze I want both

My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money
Ain't no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers
Call them "private plane

until you're sleeping by my side
Destiny calls, the Heavens loom. I'll hunt you down until the end of doom

Love Bomber, love bomber. Going straight for

Lol who needs a fucking tag notlieu

I got black, I got white, what you want
Hop outside the ghost and hop up in a phantom
I know I'm boutta blow, I

counter the demon time
I let the lines blow accurate no red dot
You dealing with walkin karma caught em to get em slaughtered
Cross em off the list now I'm

by chain
Satanus seeks revenge
Burning flame, the Antichrist, no mercy
No repent

Lightning strikes the knell of death
Panic runs below
Holy priest, he

See that girl, she be scam 
She dy H, she be scam 
She said she wants to blow me, she be fan 
She said she wants to know me, she dy fams
She dy H,

the other side
But I ain't leave 'em dead enough (Ayy)
I'm snappin' on my shooter
He ain't paint that nigga red enough (Ayy)
Walk up on that nigga, gun him

Put to your head once and I blow it
I pulled the trigger only twice
First you then I folded
Interior painted different, darker shade of red, resemblance