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one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
the man you should run 'em by
In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's
a sweater
Just for hitting the road
Would you women let go
Say you got 20/20
Her man's 2004
Maybe I'll give you a try
Can you keep it low?
If I let you
a sweater
Just for hitting the road
Would you women let go
Say you got 20/20
Her man's 2004
Maybe I'll give you a try
Can you keep it low?
If I let you
vision
Be who God called you to be
It's only on you
I'm going to be the light
I don't care how dark it is
I know who I am
And I know that I'm His
And I'm
on the deck
I swear I shoulda wrecked
20 years of running from my calling, what did i expect?
called again i came correct
I'm like the presidents elect
Never
called leaders leading women into damnation
mindwarped by mr lynch like in them Plantation
Stuck in the stagnation,
Tryna find salvation
Tryna give back
(Lavaa Man Baby)
I just gotta check, and I fucked it up fast
I just gotta check, and I put it in my bag
I took my money phone, and I called her
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
wasn't for Stormin and man know
Ghetto
Day by day in the ghetto
Back in the day I had a friend called Stormin
And that's who named me Ghetto
one of them days, I'ma make sure you know
I love you, though, I was tryna make sure I talk to you
Okay, I'm glad you called, man, glad you called
I
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
called the waitress, gimme a drink!
And by that time, a nigga start' to think
If that bitch in here swallows bottle tops,
I know she could make me hard
been taken over these lames
I wish a nigga would respond I'll put all your so-called best to shame
In the mountain west is where you can find a state
It was back then in the hood that we would do drive by's for fun
Hitting licks in poverty and always on the run
There were times that I had thought
of age nine I'm already decidin'
If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
Up out in them hoods
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
whether homeless or employed
Cause the man I'm meant to be wants to conquer and destroy, listen
This my conviction, God called on me
Cause the Inquisition
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
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