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want? Patron or Petrucia glasses?
Ain't no mystery, his daughter know the history
And every night we toast like it's victory, get with me
And I ain't

Mr. Radio

Electric Light Orchestra

A Message from the Country

1971

could be so good
I look into the sky, your waves rush by,
The weather man has lied, it makes me cry.

Hello, Mr. Radio, do I disturb you?
Sometimes I

too hard to absorb 
Floating in the sky off this weed
It's like a nigga know how to orb 
R.I.P to my nigga Pappy 
Shout out that nigga lil herb 
We keep

(just like Kim)
Lil' bitch just listen here (listen) 
I might be Mr. Drip (Mr. Drip)

Forgiato lip, blow a kiss (blow a kiss, mwah)
Maggiano's, order

by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front

niggas goofy
I don’t take my talents loosely
Cuz’ God didn’t have to chose me
Remember looking at the sky seeing which star I would be 
With Ashton Martin

it)
I'm so fly I go by Mr. Kent (Black Superman)
I'm gone get rich or die trying 50 cent (Hustle)
Small town make big plays (Yup)
Don't come around if

Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho

do the homage 
B.I.G I ain’t talking Mr. Wallace 
Who is me ? Don’t worry bitch I’m flawless 
Won’t eat cuz that kitty got lil mileage 
Question me?

out of this jam

Then a rainbow paints a ribbon in the sky
How I long to go to be right by your side
Where the wind is blowing like a ship caught in

Doing nothing to get the poor out of this jam

Then a rainbow paints a ribbon in the sky
How I long to go to be right by your side
Where the wind is

Doing nothing to get the poor out of this jam

Then a rainbow paints a ribbon in the sky
How I long to go to be right by your side
Where the wind is

Doing nothing to get the poor out of this jam

Then a rainbow paints a ribbon in the sky
How I long to go to be right by your side
Where the wind is

we gon' toast to this prospering
In this zone, I stay working
I built this home and gave purpose
Set the tone, we came perfect
They gon' know
We made

Swear I'm like zeke never fail when I hit that hole lil bitch Ima downhill runner
She a lil freak for the boy can't slow my roll lil bitch ima stone

the stash
Father Nature with that Grass
Double down on yo next bag
Got that shit that you ain't had
Skrrrr Skrrrrr

Pull up like Mr. Incredible
I'm bout

issue
You show the stars that light the sky
I'm with you every day, every night
Whatever's wrong, I will make it alright

No issue, no issue
I'll be

[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil

of murder
Lil Weezy cook it and I'ma serve her
Further, guess what I'ma go do with' this women when we're eatin' Gerber?
Mama said to kill 'em all, and I

the chickies
I want ss sex I'm tricky
Save that dough like Lil Dicky
Don't abort I'm Mort and Ricky
Want it all I'm far from picky
Choosing
Done more than your

midnight another toast to our lives
But I barely even knew your name yet we dance that subway train to the beat of the rumble from its track
The posters were

Top down in the winter trying feel the breeze
You can hit my line for the shhhh, when you feel the need
Lil bitch pussy good as hell but i still la

on a virgin
Open her up like a surgeon 
She wantin go hop on my earnins
Tell that lil hoe she gotta earn it 
My pockets feeling kinda heavy 
Got Bengamins by

get so bright I need a lil me time
Yea I'm a fucking pimp you should know this
And notice that when the weather switch I start to focus
My hope is that