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the sand. My hand burns from clenching the rosary, free yourself, slave, from the state secret. The demons do not carry me away, they break. Holy Father: I
learn (I'm high)
I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps
really a grind
I went to sleep and then I woke up a beast
Ate off this plate I been on a lil feast
Step by step not the type to just cheat
We rocking all
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
about him
All my Bros on slimy shit
Little nigga, trip and die by the bitch
They say that little nigga tripping
The only time I'm tripping is when I
little secret but the dick too bomb
Told the group chat now her friends want some
Been rocking for a while so she know what I like
Little polygamy with
Shredding competitors like they top secret documents
Better off in the trash than emceeing near where I'm rocking it
Twisting words
Til I'm pinching
when the day is done
After reading the Bible, we drank some bedtime tea and chatted a little
When she is wearing lingerie, I like to see her petite
Living in the glamour of the city lights
Us girls were out dancing every Friday night
But we got a little tired of the twist and shout
So we are
don't know me or even know my name
I'm your little mini me, your hiding burning flame
WHOOOAA, I am you or you are Me
It's just a different perspective
Try to fight back, take your life at
Inside that, lil' bitch
Yeah, Imma go get it
Imma go get a
You a monkey, Imma gorilla
Yeah, Imma go get it
Imma go
common numbers
All I gotta do is call lil'
Bro and get 'em all merked
Trap open, boy
We got that magic pack like Hogwarts
Bad hoes circle 'round the star,
niggas soft but some niggas define shit
True soldier ready for war, so don't try shit
Why you get critical, 'cause the spots held down by the general
the lights
Let’s get it on
You gone want more and more and more
(Trophy Tray)
You my lil secret that’s how we should keep it
Freakin like Jodeci you got me
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
and writes without having to think twice
Without asking for advice, letting the scalps peel
Having brains picked by head lice before the scabs heal
His death
we bout to get lil lit
I pass you down
And take you down
And round and round
Get your private show before I leave home
Cause got a little time
I got
Tryna get rich off this lil rap shit, but I really don't know just how I'ma do it
Don't nobody ever go and listen to me unless I go and say how I
to leave these bitches you know!
I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog
The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
Parked by marcy, this
hat
I'ma get throwed, and let the game be
Twist one playa, the smoke is on me
[Chorus: Shima]
[Lil' Keke]
I feel like ecstasy, when you take
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
lil freak fold like a pretzel (Salt)
Punani on some pineapple and watermelon
We fuck up the sheets
And ain't nobody telling
This our little secret
Keep
It's getting cold
'Cause you don't want me
No, you don't want me anymore
Let me start by saying this
It took me very long
For me to come to this
Sitting
Bastard, be
But still a villain, I serve 'em Dick Dastardly
Here's a little taste of Ice Cream II (Ice Cream II)
So put some Vicky Secret on, trick, I might
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