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Well I still cook with onions all the time, all the time
Even though they always make me cry
I close my eyes in pain and I point the knife in vain

Woah, woah
Yeah (Uh huh)
Woah, woah
Yeah (Uh huh)
(Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up)
Woah, woah (Yeah)

Feels like I'm drowning in a pool

of night
Fate's anvil strikes in fire
He's forged from quiet cook to pirate
Gorged on dreams of freedom stars in sight
He stands at the brink his spirit

keep fire smell get them by the bail
Lock me down and Spent a night in jail don’t come by with bail

If you cuff and Lock me down in hell you know I

to your heart'll safely kept
With loving you right as my only intent

혼자 앓다가 또 널 찾는 밤이잖아
Ah, ain't nobody do my body like you
Since our day one
I'm by

and to caress her skin
It's a forbidden love but I want it so much
That I'll chance everything just to be 
 By your side

Serenity
You're the reason I live when

don't cook and she don't clean
I bet its cheaper to leave her
Aye Goofy niggas wanna flex
That glock will change ya demeanor
Im with yo bitch an she want

I'll shut your face
You live, but you are not alive
Work but u don't realy strive
Mom cooks your food, your 35
Car is not yours, dad lets u drive
So fuck

And got an ass on her like a Chevy 74
But yo man fuck a bitch
I don't get intimidated by no sucker shit
On the grind from the minute I been up at six
And if

don’t ask you what it’s like
When your mental state is tried
I’ve contemplated heaven in Hell’s Kitchen
Where everyone around me likes to cook with their

riot, live for another day
I wanna die cause inside I fly to run away

Aye

Ridin by
Plenty high
Look and see a empty sky
Feelin low, peel n froze
I ain't

And that get 'em rock hard like we was on the Flintstones
Smoke weed, but I been dope
I like bad boys, ain't fuckin with a Ken doll
I live on the edge, I am

don't need no one, we goin' down like it's a Boeing
Everyday I live's a bonus, Taliban cause we explodin' 
Only things I need a beat and the fucking hand

Written by Jeff Coleman

Ooooooo-oh yea, ookalacha ookalacha, oo-chow chow
ookalacha ookalacha, oo-chow chow

I could make a million bucks with

grip
Ten in the clip all hollow tips you and your woman live a open life

Well I hollow shit, submissive trigger finger dominant
Don't give a fuck, if

streets
Toting your heat, smoking your reef
You can only live fast, because the spotlight is brief
I only eat Chick-fil-A 'cause I don't cook up no beef

Boaw boaw
Long live my uncle man
Gang
Mono
Lemme get yal hip
Gang gang gang gang gang gang
Nigga neva had sht, used to wish I had fresh kicks

dope
Remember I seen my father cook on the stove
Still with lave bitch you know that’s my bro
Coming straight from 29 double 0
Can’t fuck with a bitch if

CRASH IT by Ellsz x Jevz Uptown Ft Tempz


UH

LOOK


Im just a young boy dripping
You love the yah my bro cook right
I might take her to the shaard

sport
To my people I'm their savior
Live I report
As a portrait of humanity
Forgotten by society
Often emulated now ain't that fucking irony
They package

(La música de Harry Fraud)

Live from The Roxy, we got pink 10s and oxys
Thorazine and morphine, blue jeans, no Versace
Brick of Phil Donahue, no

to isolate
May live like the Stone Age
Your soul don't die
So therefore you got no age
In the booth cook up hits
Without the propane
Eat them for dinner
Panda

fight when you live
I don't trust none of these bitches they fucking with me but they sneaky I saw what you did

You niggas broke it your change up seen

hours
Through smoke and mud let’s start a fire
I’ll take the blame

Spark, runaway come again
Park, faraway walk in the dark
Heart,? with money get