Lyrics:
poisonin'?
And what's a little fight? Tomorrow, you'll be boys again
It's your life, live it however you wanna
Mar-a-ju-on-na is everywhere, where was you
niggas, little RahRah ('sup, nigga?)
Especially my little cousins, don't be no dumb guy
(Don't be a dumb nigga, listen, young niggas)
(Young nigga)
Like
poisonin'?
And what's a little fight? Tomorrow, you'll be boys again
It's your life, live it however you wanna
Mar-a-ju-on-na is everywhere, where was you
both can lose
One shot En Passant
As I pass you by
I look in your eye
And I cry
Move on little soldier
This is not your war
Move on little soldier
You
just your little hun
What is it you haven't done
What about that time you pushed me over
And I broke both legs
It was an accident
And I suppose you
buried alive by all of the lies inside our lives
And now we got our hope tonight
The Lord's alive!
Praise God for the life
Of Christ's sacrifice
Gave His
Slide
Been through more beef than five guys
You pint size fries only got a couple of nice tries
Been surrounded by some stone casters,
But my skin is
'em up
Dance on the porch, take a few shots
Till we both pass out there in the same spot
She says that I drink way too much
Get a little buck wild
(Freaky) You're late
(Hey girls and guys)
You're late
Like you, the public
Is y'all the public
Ya do it so well
This goes out to y'all
By
(hit them with the press)
Sauce Gardner or Deion
Them little boys some peons
She paid for a new ass by the looks go get a refund (Ha Ha)
Wanted Doc Miami
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
gang empire
Long live the empire
And everyone in it
She’ll Paso
Dropping shells till the barrel melts
We hitting shit fuck you mean
Free the guys
it's all good
By the start of the day you brand new
Keep you head up little nigga it's all good
By the start of the day you brand new
Brand new
Hey they
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
consumer makes
Or, is this your hiding place?
Is this your little safest space?
By ones and zeros you have been erased
(Woah woah woah, who's been erased?)
to lie
JTK, no character, I'm too fly
Don't even try, know I'm that guy
If you try beefing, I'll leave you to die
JTK, just a name
Him and I, both we are
Hit again I reappear
I'm a bad bad guy
Type to leave you by the roadside
Hit it once and never say goodbye
I be having gang gang ties Lil bitch
Live
all that, her friends were all wack
I asked why she bein' cold to me
And she said she don't like guys like me
Oh, you mean smart and funny and has
I just need my space
Maybe just a little bit of room to move
I'm feeling suffocated hope you know it's all thanks to you
Talking to the man in
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's
leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy want to pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy want to pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But
With one thesis (LL Cool J is hard)
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's
Hello. Can you hear that?
It's the miraculously dreamy sound of distant Moshi thunder
Created by a pair of little Moshling clouds, called Flash
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