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who's for you?
I'll win it all I won't lose for you
Love is war I'll call a truce for you
Top-down lane switching in something pretty heading to a check

back in middle school (there it is)

Everybody knew my intelligence, there was so much ridicule (moron)
In my peers they saw Mr. Deeds, schools for fools

the save by the bell
Money gone come by the mail
Put a whole in his top like a whale You gone talk if they cut you deal
I can’t make this shit up if it’s

If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's

You're the Top

Aldo Romano

Tresse

1992

parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.

You're the top!

a track
I get 5k in 6 hours
I'm bringing in big checks
Building this label and dream brick by brick
Didn't need a loan from anyone to do it
Fuck giving

thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real

Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste

the labels
Breaking the bounds, they uncomfortable, they think my writing is too free
Imma stay out of line, you shouldn't never gave me looseleaf
Imma do it

by that No Tamin logo/
cnd my man, Mr. James, know you was a major key/
From them boombox frees, to the shows at Ms. Lees/
cnd another, I gotta give it

and your girl actin coquettish
Money fetish, I'm a walking aesthetic
Young, lavish a.k.a Mr. Bad Bitch
Sleepin' on me like y'all on a anaesthetic
Got the Zs,

Backwoods, Phantom Records, it's Da Legend G Motherfuckin' 7
Mr. pale face up in this bitch, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
I'm locked in with

the city of dead



Biased committee



It doesn't even matter cause my pain is served on a silver platter.



In a church 



At ease



Diocese, broken

bored
I'm finna try and get some new opps

MRS reader fuckin' up, it
Sound like, "Beep, Bop"
12 tryna run up on my crib
I shot that two cops
Nigga thought

no fucking clown

Play this in the club they get to moving set the mood
All these pretty ladies they be grooving by the two's 
All I see is red bottoms

get a little medal
All that really matters is the bass and the treble
Ain't missing Mr Hyde now I'm feeling Dr Jekyll
Yeah
Coz now my bloodstream's

FOMA! FOMA!!



Ha!!! 

Kro nbe!

T-banna !!  Ko-bana 

Hey, mr man you be fine boy

Fresh kid todun bi ti Tom Tom (TOMTOM)

Oun gbagi molu biti

the prada.

8.6 hit the boy like Mr miyagi, karate peformed by the choppa.

Chop the boy down and his mama like lumber, we brought the mask out think we won

singin, we singin,
thats how we do it all night like
Get em like, fellin like, and ain't a damn thang wrong baby
Stagga Lee and we up in the zone
got

You should already know the deal by now
This is the final track on Odeetillion the mixtape by Bale Odee
I'm DJ LA-X and this is track 7, titled No

baath
Bahut darwaze bandh
Isliye kholun meh Shaan se
life lesson learned it hard way
Been there
I know how it feels when your home is far away

Dhyaan se

skipping school
Michelle's boyfriend Booger, had us making moves
Mr. Davis front Porch, put us sipping brews
Didn't even know Los stores, we had shit

processed vegetable
That had propped it up

Our holy father is probably closer to
The horseshoe crab than sayjupiter
Or so I've beeni can't
Believe what I've

to the path that chose
Lessons learnt, wins and the fails
It be hunger, driving the focus and breaking more barriers
Wo nka me ho a make you dey stand by
I'm

feel it Mr.Krabs?
Ima angel and a demon combined 
Just like cat and dog
This life shit is more than 
Jus a big ass free-for-all

Her p**sy super wet