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and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
been to Berlin
Never got to purge my demons
Never been standing by the wall
With the guns shooting over our heads
I see the wall and the guns shooting
Jaaaa...
Baby
Baby, you can do magic
Baby, isn't it tragic
Maybe you can do something
I can't
And I can't get enough of it
Baby, you can do
better watch how you play it
Nigga screenshotting shit from a online site
Go to Irving and go slap a online dike
Beat the pussy I do it with all of my
the people still buy it
(Nigga, you fuckin' with a changed man)
All my real thug niggas, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You
break for
That door again!"
Drop it, man....
*bang*
You can have them now, if you like... (GUNS.) Eight dead men can't
Talk! (GUNS.) Ha ha haaaa.....
Acid rain, a capella, wet you
And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project
Reject, with the mic check
Set to be the son that
the get-go (Get-go)
One man army pullin' kick doors (Kick doors)
Talkin' out yo' neck get you tag toed (Tag toed)
I'm a killer whale, you a tadpole
and let's make a song or two
And I heard your shit was ass so I can't make no song with you
Fonem sick, he off the drugs, he coughin' like he got the flu
The U.N. is right; you can't be any more "un"
Than you are right now; the U.N. is undone
Another mushroom cloud, another smoking gun
The threat is real,
have heard you play Chopin, the critics applaud and approve
But millions more would simply adore to hear you get in the groove
You won't believe it,
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
And a telephone call too
Yeah, I think you're starting to get dirty now over there, boy
They gon' have a meeting at the Lodge Hall, you wanna come by later on?
And a telephone call too
Yeah, I think you're starting to get dirty now over there, boy
They gon' have a meeting at the Lodge Hall, you wanna come by later on?
You carefully laid out a plan,
when you were a kid
'twas a doll . . .
And now it's a man!
I'm gonna get em!
I'm gonna get em!
Instead
erotic
She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket
Another 40, I should stop it
Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
But I
Warm
With you it keeps me warm
Tell me where you get the gun from
Die for the gun man
Gun man, tell me where you get the gun from
I wonder if
'll know when ya go
Gun to ya back like Harriet
If you can't shoot, can't carry it
If ya too fake, can't ferry it
Come carry me home, sweet chariot
All this wealth and n inner peace didn't come cheap
Like Kyrie Irving know my bag know is hella deep
Yall get sloppy drunk
And you know I stay
them 4-5 days
Naw, I heard he shot somebody man
For real?
That's the reason why he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know like what you call been missing
trample down
He without a sin hafi cast the first stone
Dem can't do it at all, no, dem ina dead man zone
Fi go diss Jah righteous youths you make
Man, you know how young niggas steppin', man. You feel me
For real, though
Man, we live, man. Turn up by the front of me
Man, that nigga really gotta
bitch-ass
Fuck nigga (see)
Ooh, ha
Takeoff, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas? Man
You know I'm talking 'bout
Real diamonds
Nigga, I'm riding 'round
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
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