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beautiful, deceivement from her display
I don't wanna see her face in any place So I'ma get in the Cali and get ready
To race Smoke up and relax that's my way

guide
Don't stand to close like a 5G Tower
When I drop these niggas be choppa hot
Better stand your ass by a fire hydrant
I was riding with some fuck boys

ho about the Greater Good 
But touch me they’d let that matic go 
I don’t play hoe
Been that way since play-doh 
Money by any means 
Making liquor out

gal
You're my everything
You're my love, you're my pal
I'll get through any pain
I love your style
It's a cold fierce dream to be
Injected with your

to write on
But filled with everything in my head
Need a zillion pages by the time I'm dead
Most composite material, Amazon fed
Just the basic package
I

For about half an hour or so, maybe more
My fists are gettin' sore
So honey won't you let me in
Then I see an old pal just walkin' on by
He says "Come

The Joy of Your World

MC Paul Barman

It's Very Stimulating

to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless

And everything I'm about to say, I say it from the soul
Baby, I want you by my side, I think you should know
But you're so stuck in the past, you should let it go

crab.
You checking out my style like you know my style.
But I bet you wonder how, me your woman pals.
I bet I make her howl like she in the wild.
 She got

ka nahi
Tu jaake kar kuch aur, rather than
Getting ban by my stan they will end
Imma brand and you know that
Feeling high every day every night
Making

front of them everything distorts
They don't know when what to say 
Cause they dont wanna know others spot 

I Trained my mind to not to give a fuck

niggas stayin' in the south
No, I am not your pal
I just want my money, so just pay me by the fucking hour
Pay me, kick the bitch out my house
Bring her

What did I see in you, a quick fuck we were 17  I just wanted my dick sucked
You got a Small mouth so your teeth gave me wisdom
excited by

’m on the gear 
I’ve got prozzies near
Like i’m richard gere
But i don’t pay for services if they’re too dear
And i’m the overseer 
So i make paneer
My pals dinnae

said, I don’t have the attitude to fool around
I’ll smoke this beat, turn the track into a hookah lounge
My dangerous addiction like a pack of cancer

out by me a man so honourable

I declare war on the wack it’s more than a fact pack a sword in my back packkk
I wouldn’t deplore you to clap back I

PayPal
We're about to be crazy
From emotions I'm concealing (Woo)
Stay laid awake while I'm
Contemplating my life
Looking at the ceiling
And take some

smooth, showin' you
Don't got to be sponsored by nike to cop checks, woo
If your intentions a haiku, with my witty sense your mind bruise
Really drench into

listen to the beats
Never the rhymes
This thing bigger than one dude
So please don't say I'm in one mood
Cause when I pick up this pen pal
It can write

i'm the post
Therefore I'm getting paid
That's word to Alaska
Flow is getting cold
Like avalanches by God I'm on a roll
Anyone in my way is getting

old man
And please don't be myself from the future!

I'm used to apartments with
Walls that are weak
Sometimes I'd hear it all if
My neighbours would

'll bring the boom
You can bring ya pal..baby
Watchin' my florida life she screaming wow...
Take me
Ye I've been think lately
I don't really like you dancing

sex sells It's alright must suck to have to fuck guys
You don't like to buy your next house
Oh well life goes on so come on by
Wait hold the fuck up I

of cars will leave traces of colorful tires 

A grey rock in white crumbs
Is left for others by somebody
Words “wait” and “everywhere”
I can't remember