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three, two, one
To the moon and back 
Big stepper keep it moving 
c milli on the flow 
Put a billi on my music 
My life on the line 
Not inclined to lose

aggression

I feel like it’s fuck the world until someone is pregnant
Smoking on premium no unleaded
Two three fives I been smoking by the seven
Way too high

been mad
'Cause I'm way too fuckin' old to be havin' a step dad
That prolly has a trailer in the sticks that's a meth lab
Who in two months is gonna

a good run son, I liked that one song, hey

Did he sit up all night wondering how to say
That he's a kind of big fan from the Chamomile days?
My favourite

Baby I done been a few places, yea yea
Tryna' bundle up them blue faces, yea yea
I done seen a lot of dark nights whoa
Falling victim to the Two

to kill you hoes like Bill
Volume two
I'll kill you through the volume dude
But I'll do violence too
Go and slaughter yo whole crew
Then appear

side we
Got in debt to corporate sponsors
Say she’ll take down big banks while
They lay blessins in her pockets
I’m questionin it all shit
Ain't saying

(see me)
Now I shine brighter than stars and Undertakers can't John Ce Me (Ce me)
My dino match my ego big like tatas double DD (DD)
He'll never

this for anyone
Two gyal by my side we had a 3sum


Fucking with the money, that could get you gone
It's Cali when I'm smoking on some marijuana 
Since

don't know
If I let you stay, no photo
Hackney boy but they know me for zongo
Big weapon make 'em dance like poco

See I knew I was a star when

she all alone
Wish her man would just come home
Police come up to her crib
Her man caught two up to his dome
Just playin' I ain't a killer but don't

These girls got no backbone and want their back blown
Man I'm used to the fake love it ain't nothing new
You ain't wanna hear my feelings so I'd air it in

hip hop started in the Bronx
Who would though a O-City nigga be on top
You was born in a big city I call that lucky
See me n my niggas hungry we want

Raised by parents that worked on crops
That drop like stocks in Salvador
Born in a city that kills cops and pop one another
Hits the core
In Houston

the truth
Speak to the youth
I'm the man of the people that paid dues
They been workin' all year just for W2's
I am not ya equal, I do not wanna be you
They

unconditional but you had another plan
Damn, what a material world
(cround me, surrounded) by a bunch of material girls
That's the reason why I want it all
Big

friends but
Still can’t blow up? Okay sonic boomer
Work and love are two ends of the rope
You keep the ring in that pocket
And let her sleep in

di magia

Chorus 2X
Dieci cento mille mani che si alzano
Poi si muovono quante sono non lo so
I protagonisti oggi siamo solo noi
Vivi come vuoi e non

rolling like a guitar
Keep running from G-O-D
You lonely peeps won't get far

Shining like the sun
They always said
I'd be a big star
Competition done
I

I am the lucky number 27
My nigga I'm pavin a way today
Shout out my granny
She resting in Heaven
She told me that everything is ok
Lord knows I love

And when it came time to show love he just pulled out the rug
Little did Jim know he was no real big bro
The deal wasn't quid pro still ran like a big bull

ignoring I'm a sinner

Hook 
Liked a lot of their songs but they are 
Sinners,
I just love ‘em they can never do wrong but they are sinners     
Man their

Saved by the bell like I'm Screech (Screech)
Mafia, I feel like Big Meech (Meech)
She screamin' out loud 'cause I'm fuckin' her deep
Ridin' around in

since day one
Yea I love you, love you baby

[Verse 2]
Now this is for my niggas, never gave a fuck
Catch me ridin on these niggas like a Lexus truck