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the fuckin' vibes, man get
Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a ba

Oh yeah
You can fuck around and get yo face fucked up
March Madness sweet 16
Had

too quiet
Somebody show me the ground
Coz I’m blinded by the clouds
Precipitations too heavy I won’t bow (down)
Back to the lab, crowds remove my crown

Your luck is amazing

And as you sit by yourself
Angel, you’re far from hell
But does it even mean a thing
When I’m under your spell

Oh can't stand

a stuff
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Fuck คนไม่จริง Man I don’t give a fuck
Bitch Imma star เธอเลยอยากที่จะรัก ah
เงินและชื่อเสียงทำเธอ Blind yea

11s
Keisha got a twin man 
Huey was a legend Keisha had a baby baby father flew to heaven 
Best momma ever had me focused every second 
Just left Macy's

raps, you know I got to disburse
Evident niggas going to hate by per 
Dollar I make, Benji I touch
I don't give a fuck, 
I'm going to need a fleet

watch your back
Don't struggle for me, you gon make it fun for me
Think you safe from me, happens when you play with me
Dropping bodies like they projects

Hey Mister Man, you're making plans to fly off some place warm
But I'll be here with Christmas cheer, just waiting out the storm

Ho ho ho ho home is

that's my twin
That's my man fulfill my needs
Put me first by any means
Oh I like you better
You just make me better
And I need you in my life
I need you

bushes from cops so they don't take you to jail
Then bam, you get caught and get hit with no bail
Got jumped twice by the Bloods before you got to your

procure it.
We listen to the wind's song.
Trees waver like a pendulum.
The match to light the candle.
The ax and wooden handle.
Life severed by its own

[Qwell:]
Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin' game at you
I'm prayin'

said"JT
Don't you feel good man?
Come on and join the reggae jam"
I heard them singin

Ooh la la la, let's go dancin
Ooh la la la, reggae dancin
Ooh la la

conveyed
Now here's a matter of great concern
We're judging artists by the money they earn
It seems that for 9 out of 10
Music is just a means to an end, now

and Roscoes
Head down to Spin
End up at Berlin
Then wake up to breakfast

In bed- do it again
Check the email
Write some shit on my blog
And have my man

Have you seen the faces I see every day
Or are you one of those who always turn away
As soon as something looks a little bit not OK
You pretend it's

I've had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush
Start to rush by a dizzy, twisted dance
Can't find my drink oh man
Where are my

a stepping stone, pick it up
Throw it
Just because I got the white boy voice and
Some big words don’t mean I’m a poet
I’m a gangster

Spin the dreidel baby,

wants to talk to you
Thanks Jimmy
Hi, Captain Adams, this is Bill
No, we don't usually have ducks answer the phone
That one belongs to Susie
Quack, quack

to ship in Minsk
The way I see it, don't care how long it takes
Ocean Network Express

Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Pescatores

It's the story of man of stature
Hanged by his own words
I ringed that part
The heat is getting worse and worse
No clouds or rain in sight
I'm sorry that

Mood Tonight?
Lick Me Down Low Do What You Like Just Make Sure I Get My Nut Tonight.

[Rick Ross:]
Ima Man That Can Move Slow
Let Me Get It Wet First;

Hot Shit

Towkio

Hot Sh*t

no pawn, you move like a queen
Attractive by law, don't care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah, their breath stink
Most of them

Kiss Me Deadly

Rough Trade

Shaking the Foundations

1982

Had to borrow ten bucks from my old man uh-huh
It ain't no big thing
I went to a party last Saturday night
I told you that story, it'll be alright