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doctor (Doctor)
Santa Cruz crushing it proper(Proper)
You already know aint no proctors(Proctor)
Number one on the roster
I’m ripping bong
While heating

it's stuck in the wind
From 4 fin so I keep the 4 fin
Nigga wanna play leave his shit open
All about the dead presidents a nigga keep cashin
Nigga my

yeah the shoe fits
I faked it but I made it so I guess that I just grew in
Keep on climbing high we experiencing new winds
Yeah we can race but I bet you

lantern
Rickky Q back like ara pa pam pam
Full of surprises they call me santa
Cos I drop tunes way fit make em stand up
Pick some red cups we'll be

That's why I'm gone wind
Young nigga just came to kill the competition
Lethal with this pen girl this killer composition
Came to clean the game up
Like

Mamí ima tell you like this
Ion like songs that ain't lyrically enticing
I done had the drip so long Santa Barbara IV
Slightly rockin' custom merch

left, where we goin'
It's yo choice, just let me know it
Let's go down to the ocean
Light wind blowin'
We got clear skies, cool breeze
Go and jump in

together
When facing wind

She was like a camera he a 'B' film
Both pretty faced but hard
From smoking too much and waiting too long
And from all

Dear Friend

Rue Snider

City Living

2018

Dear friend, I didn't know these kids last Christmas 
The year we spent meant everything to me 
By Secret Santa time her parents left us
We were

Riding west, New Mexico sunset
Santa Fe, Durango bound
Getting clear now, of all this trouble
Oh my mind, makes it double
Will the miles and scenery

The sorrowful gust of wind that blew right between you and me
Where did it find the loneliness it carried on the breeze?
Looking up at the sky

on the mic like I fuckin hurl
After smokin a cone when I'm already twisted
I dont need a fatass santa
Cause I'm already gifted
I don't need enlightenment
I'm

of the Wind
Grant me strength, wit and wisdom and remove my sorrows and shortcomings.


Verses~
1. Jaya Hanumaan gyaana guna saagara
Jaya Kapeesha tihun loka

out in Tanzania
You know I'm on the speakers
Wind blowing past me, Sade singing songs
Passing the time like Will passing up Nia Long
Don't get it wrong,

suttle spots & haters on the daily
Somebody page me 
Say everbody lazy
Plotting on younging spot but I'm to hot to flop it's crazy
Daisy in the wind
How

Jim Beam Schluck
Halt' die Wumme wie Clint Eastwood, Blei durch Pussys wie Intimschmuck
Drive-bys in der Hood auf Cafés
Bin nicht Santa Claus, doch

Alzan la frente en Nablus, resiste el Valle Jordán

Dime si no es haram matar almas santas
Salat, cuerpos vestíos entre sábanas blancas,
Palestina enseña

man raised on the internet
Thoughts project, best believe there's an intercept
Zuckerberg handed my data to Santa
Who delivered a bandana with VR

name Santa Claus
I'm a tiger in the jungle, you gon die with yo lil paws

With yo lil paws, yeah

Obey the law if you can't run away
The police always

of the Henn
Like the book now I'm gone with the wind
The Flows like washer machines
I put they brain on spin
Yea that boy got curling and twirling
A hundred

back and lost it all
Do what I did it take some balls
Bearing gifts like I'm Santa clause They treat me like a fucking dog

She for the hype
Shortie

Getting mine over niggas take a look at
I been going live in the kitchen
Cookin dine in the kitchen
Whip and wind in the kitchen
While I cook
I just brought

ba kayong makipagrakrakan Mula sa Soulslay band Sidewalk and Carlos Santa Ana yeba

‘Di malaman-laman ang sanhi
‘Di makita-kita ang ngiti
Pahingi naman

dem Eisenhammer
Wind lässt meine Scheine flattern, Schwarzgeld in der Heizungskammer

Nur Bargeld, nur Bargeld, nur, nur, nur Bargeld
Ich steig' aus