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and Latin thang like Martin Luther had a dream
My bitch bad she bougie nasty and you know she a hella mean
Can't keep up with me Tadda Boy steady rappin'

Yung Lan on the track
Don
Then she my bitch, yeah

Ain't no falling off (ain't no, nah) 
We can't slip (we can't slip)
They tryna to call it

I was born, I so fortunate
Taken care of by Chinese government
I hope I don't ever need to go
From living in the land that I love
The only way I would

fairy she just want the fatty
What?

I be fuckin' on these bitches, young nigga I'm ready
Ready
I don't care baby I be comin' real heavy
Whoo

Ok, killin'

lovin' the fragrance

Move your hips, move your body
Give it like you owe it to me
You don't gotta hold it in
Baby, make some noise for me

It's just me

And I'm stuck in my head
Living in the past
And yeah I'm lying
And I see
What you don't
It haunts me
No I can't eat
And I can't breathe
I guess I'm going

, Never miss like married ladies
Like my women very cakey, That's my thickems, that's my baby
On a mission on the 80, Got no chicken cuz you lazy, nigga

to learn their lessons
I don't want that for myself
I don't want that for my kids
If I bring any kids into this exis-istence
Like fuck, I don't know

Fuck, I

started filling me up with lies
Now I'm not wise
I'm just a hell of a guy
So I just try to listen up with love
But I reached my capacity
For their audacity

Oh! What a Beautiful Mornin'

Nigel Ogden

Rodgers and Hammerstein Songbook

All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little

for a couple of months
Tip-toeing my way between your thoughts
Trying to translate what you're doing, from what you tell me
I can fit into your doll

Alliteration!
Pick up the pieces to the puzzle.

Alliteration!
Don’t let me leave. I love you.

When you pick “Alliteration” rigorous writing is wrote.
If you

time how to fix it 
They say he gone end up dead or in prison 
Don't call my phone when i'm making a million 
You could of helped me bacc then but you

a Killa Cam story
Fuck you and your dead homie
I cut my ties, nigga, if I feel like that
They won't slide for me
They get like The Wire, homie
Love they

it's the males that really make me sick
Got mommy issues, baby go and see a therapist.
Honey I stopped smoking with haters back in 16
Them same haters

testament
About his benevolence
Cause I know I don't deserve any of his credit
That's why I choose to give it all back
That's right I debit
All my accounts I

Show me the money, cause I need a big budget
I do my own stuntin', Hollywood's most wanted (Like Tom Cruise)
So rugged, should be dating Nichole

too fast like a cop
I see my opp
That nigga gon get popped
Said he not fucking with me
Don't let him cook
Still got my bag so it's cool
These bitches

the taxi
I want my money back g
You're taking the p
I don't care if your broke I want it quickly

Cus I'm about to take the world by storm
Even the six

with it
I can tell you hate me but you can't deny you fuck with me
Mocking all my music but you blatantly be loving it
I'm really starting to build up

have you leaning wit me
Hit you one time have you feening for me
I still call my red bone she from Pasadena
She hit me on my red phone I hate that I

the hot box
Hot days called for cops with the a dog squads
Squad cars, light bars, by yall, like yall, try yall either way it don't stop

and try again
Hey
I’m not a quitter by nature
But I really think if I stay here
I’ll end up dead and beaten
Eaten by an alligator
All down your mad rushing

my ass   

I'm Smoking THC in the GMC 
I Got that camo on my body 
Haters can't see me 
Doing donuts in the field 
Rolling coal in the street 
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