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But we getting gains you know, times rough
L O dub don’t show love
They left here all by myself and I’m loving it
Cooking stove top on the stove I
to the signs of Heaven’s revelation
Listen to the message you be hearing on this station
You are one of God's greatest creations
si realizza solo se ci si crede
E sei paziente sono la prova vivente
L'hip hop riconosce l'hip hop
Anima, cuore, mente
L'esperienza insegna solo se
Ne
snaked his homie out I heard his ass told
Ima tell it like it is nobody show love when you dead broke
Don’t L-O-V-E these H-O-E’s I live and die by the G
May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-are-S-E-why
Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee
Sixteen five four three five
an the perspective of
Adahmoos prospectives
Poetics
Is the clonation yall the P O T G
Great conception
Nation once you find me youll be happy yee you discovered
rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic
a K-I-double-L-E-R
See y'all in hell
Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa
This ain't B.R., no
Its S.C., C.E.O., the next Lyor
No, the next leader
a K-I-double-L-E-R
See y'all in hell
Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa
This ain't B.R., no
Its S.C., C.E.O., the next Lyor
No, the next leader
up like butane or adrenaline
No better than they hit em men and send them on they way
Hold up so much more shit to say
I double l t o n e
So live
are my people so poor
We can't take this no more
As I reach yankee
I see say the life wey na my people
Them dey live na nonsense
As I reach yankee
I
are my people so poor
We can't take this no more
As I reach yankee
I see say the life wey na my people
Dem dey live na nonsense
As I reach yankee
I see
astray
Dey come dey start to make me to belief say I too dey e e
I did lots of things without remorse
Cos I never knew
That I live each day by the grace
be tiff at your old age
I guess being a thief doesn't know age
Because of these agbayas, we relocate
O ye ka da won dubule, ka sa won l'egba
Make them
the old grey man,
But marry a young man, my Leo, even though he lives but a year,
Or you'll still be without a daughter or son above you,
Crying in
J to a are-you-l-e
Niggas can't be seriously fuckin' wit me.
What you holla 'bout
We can hit up an alley and air out
Bullets exit the barrel,
passa mai
L'amore ca me dai nu mme basta mai
They just don't know that she's mine
I'll always be there baby girl by your side
They just don't know
goodbye
Just let me show you, L.O.V.E
And in the end, I'll be standing here
Do you feel Pressure? (Pressure)
Do you feel Pressure? (Pressure)
Do you feel
in your marj’s fridge
Lidge that’s brazy crazy lately alphabet with me daily
G B P in my P O C K E T know Elizabeth and she don’t move feisty
Don’t
on the head, tryna get my C notes (turn, turn)
Hear no evil, see no evil
Told shawty I'll be home in twenty-eight days
I thought it was a standard R.I.C.O
that line (Run-run)
Tragically struck down in my prime
By the speed at which the bags are dropping
Shoulda watched the sky
You don't wanna live this life
the message
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love love
Foxy Music
I want, I want L. O. V. E. Love you
I want K. I. S. S. Kiss you
Yeah, golden
Yeah, uh, yeah
L to the O to the G-U-E
And they told me that I'd never be alone
Look, that's convenient
Not concerned about it though
Look,
makes me wonder
Why I live so wild"
"Here's what they think about cha"
Life is a jungle I'm ready to slaughter
You see this bitch, don't let her
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