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still throw it on consignment
Red carpet, Jeff Goldblum's behind us
And they ain't got a clue that these ain't real diamonds

Don't turn me back

void that I leave is red
Forget the Zine part just approach me as shed
Running up M but I forgot to tread
These niggas quoting old shit I been said
Like

my pockets
'cause it's dookie in 'em

(Dog Shit Militia)
Riding 'round tinted AMG
Feel like the US army
Whole lotta red on my shoеs
I'm finna do

veins
The elders singing tales
Within the shadow of these words
your beauty is to be found
She lived her life so recklessly
all soaked in liquid pain

I bloat like everyone cash filled. 
Stereos 
pains like
Ok 
No blame . Burials.
Lanes off. The tilt rocked. The red palms.
The powers off
Plain

free, terrible being
Higher than a red eye flight
So who you overseeing?

All together for every single letter
Better my character
Find self tucking

green, black, and red
They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed
No doubt, yo the game went they own route
I can't explain what these lame

died
Red flag red rag lookin like that b**** lied
She got it died red prolly give that fye Head
Lay back and imma pull them panties 2 the side
She love 2

happens here in London
We got the fire burning red hot
And we never stop
Give it all you got
In this city we go until we drop
It only happens here in London

happens here in London
We got the fire burning red hot
And we never stop
Give it all you got
In this city we go until we drop
It only happens here in London

used to stay late nights and just drive around
This ain't the culture over here yeah it's a different town
Yeah, woah, this life out here more European
I

history
George Zimmerman still walking around
That's a mystery
But I guess we some rebels with no flags
Seven shots to the ruby red
Rebels I'm burning your

said these hoes ain't right man
I left my shady bitch, I got a nice tan now
Red bandana in my right pocket
So if I pull the trigger I can wipe that

Southside

Lil' Keke

Down South Bounce

2001

the Belfort and the [Martin Luther]King, Europeans with the screens.
Bigga fo tank, everything cash
Glass pop red throw the wood in the dash.
Mashin

the Belfort and the [Martin Luther]King, Europeans with the screens.
Bigga fo tank, everything cash
Glass pop red throw the wood in the dash.
Mashin

im European
Rap like crack now, you're ODin'
Come at me with any drama, my family ties
Will fold you up like an accordion
And according to the crack in

to realise I don't gotta listen
Why the voice in my head tryna turn me to a villain
It's madness, shawty only fuck wit the baddest
Them blood red eyes, man be

And I put my hands in
The air and start cryin'
'cause I was thinkin' 'bout them days
When we was dyin'
Respect my elders, I'm the oldest so I am

Quit Trying

Bunny Wailer

Protest

1977

the little youth a chance
You better quit trying
For they can make this place a better land
You better quit trying
I hope you elders understand
They got their

Whole lotta friends
Puffing three grams
Ti-red of pla-ces
That’s a whole lotta lands
В бетонных узлах русский эквивалент
Идущий на смерть, салютует

of everything

So far up high they see the colossal dragon fly
The ending is nigh, the fires falling from the sky
The stratosphere turns red, they all soon be

Rouge (Red)
Bro, I'm feeling down
I don't know, I'm feeling round
I'm Xence, the only one rapping bout' some colours
I got a shit ton from the folders
I

Banks)
It ain't a game dick
You know us, European whips
Chain frost bit
Peter pay Paul now pay the boss kid
Heavens the stakes are now even
Sent

fall

I never fold under pressure
Money talkin' like Alexa
Flag red like ketchup
Eighty bands on the Tesla
Bail Road with the Glocks out
Murph