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Michael Jordan in the back, (got that nine) Olympic
Gold medals for the team I gotta dream just like I’m Martin,
Boutta dozen ni99as in my squad

an Phosphatdünger da ondare is hold nur do.
Sie streiten sich ums große Göld bis da ane zum anderen sog.

Zehner, Zehner falten und dann a die Goschn holtn,
des is

Hokage
Blind the new Itachi
I got hands like Neji
I save every penny
Wolf like Andrew Wiggins
I keep getting bigger
I keep persevering
All I know is grind

and won, since he was unopposed
Next, Jackson lost to Adams, Andrew's animosity rose
In '28, they raced again, this time, Adams was down
Henry Clay

it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up

Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,

on my Nikes dope
Whole world hopes it could feel this fly
Pajamas includes a gold chain try to pull it get embarrassed
Titanium under these carats
Gun by

into an album
Send it straight to gold
But I don't really like my flow, no

So tell me what you want to hear
Somethin' that'll light those ears
I'm

Big Ol' Drip

T.I.

The Dime Trap

2018

said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you

holding me by the neck and I'm stuck inna game
Attaching myself to the core of the rotten the rotten what I have become under names
I'm not really crazy I'm

out for the team Then wait on Results/
That was Saint Andrew's damnit I hated the coach/

Entering raffles - I was Doing the most /  Paying to play for

I got all my niggas with me
Here go Benji, here go Andrew
I just swiped yo mama citi
For a Mille, in the bathroom
Audemar Piguet
Hold my middle finger

this song?
Run in the gang, Andrew Yang
Hear it? Sang, let it hang!
Orange Tang, Conquerer Kang
Eagle, Fang (Oh, dang!)
Run the gang, Andrew Yang
Hear

I'm close-eyed
Model bitch by the coastline
Said she wanna come for a nigga
So she know how to approach mine
Standup since a waist high
Money brings

Stole yo gold Wiggins no Andrew
This the essence of hip-hop
Speakers Boom bap n beatbox
Knock off yo speaka
The kinda lang to make yo teacher
Go

мне распиздели байки

В моей сумке драмы еду покупать Gold City
Она мне сосала я спустил ей на Good сиси
Я заскамил оппа и он скинул мне CVC
Вместе

trouble in Hustle
Andrews, and they my brothers
Never ain't seen the gold
See them tell on one another

Shit make me don't wanna hustle
Damn, I swear
All I

And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now

close.
OMG 1st one oppose.
Put ur family n black clothes. Church on u  timbos skully on lurking in the cold & my girl go 4 the gold got u looking foolish

like Andrew, nigga he Wiggin'
Everyday my phone clickin',
My shit jump like MJ, JG -- Pippen
Call up my dog, he sic' 'em
All of these muhfuckas broke,

and your tummy are rumblin’
Keep on the hustlin’, I am not summonin’ anyone gunning on me
I just wanna make a rant for the homie
Andrew, you shouldn’t be

Nature boy renaissance
Boy crying please do stop
Swim to moons when albums drop
Butterflies affect us all
Pastel blues I still stand tall
Fuck yall
Cosmic

[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)

the skirt
I-I-I can't see, need Visine my eyes red
Flow so gold I spoke like the Midas
I'm a bad influence say "Hi kids! Come try this"
Put this psilocybin in

P

Tyler, the Creator

The OF Tape, Vol. 2

2012

parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home