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She's one of those a little psycho Ha ha ha
Like mrs smith and Brad Pitt
I love this b**** it go down down Down
Rumors says hills it has eyes
So
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
now they can't wait until they see us
Normal day on the block, it was fun and all smiles
But his best friend Jacob wandered off from the crowd
Took
not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First
tell by the
Caps on my teeth sk boy love gallie on me you tell
Cause the sugar cane long and sweet I could never
Run out a bars like de sky cant run out
a glock, Smith and Wesson
And a couple F&N's
All the opps they some hoes
Just gon Twitter talk again
We ain't friendly over here
So don't try to be a friend
acclaimed, ha (woo, woo)
I like this young man, because, when he came out
He came out wit the phrase, he went from ashy to classy
Haha, I like that
To what's been used in failed attempts to misguide me
High definition, I'm an oddity
Divine by design
is how to define this African centered anomaly
God has
condoms I think I want to gee
She said, my friend it makes me want to sing mememememe
Boss says it's cool to come to work when you can make it
Halle
The Smiths
I'm sorry
I said I love The Smiths
You have good taste in music
You like The Smiths? Yeah
To die by your side is such a heavenly way
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
have to sing
You got none of the work and all of the fun
Like a low cal donut or a fat free bun
By the way, that's reminds me, how about a snack
Just
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
You ever walk inside of a burial of all of your fucking brothers and everyone you love
And now you tryna wonder why it happened why all your fam just
Talking About Love
By Ruben H Smith III
Yea yeah yeah
Talking about love
Listen, baby
I can see the beauty in your eye
I got tunnel vision
America the Beautiful
America the Great
No Unity No United States
America the Beautiful
America the ugly
America has shown
America don’t love me
Leave ya voice mails
I get top
Test me with this glock
It ain't gay but love to cock
Feeling like heaven
I'm the Robert Smith of this rap shit
Fill
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
friend, you're the one that has been there for me
At my best and, even when I'm at my worst
You've been my best friend, I just want you to know now
You're
the mess
Enter my center where the tormenters rest
Blessed by thy blessings, to learn a hard lesson
Protected by the thugs with the large Smith & Wessons
ho)
I wanna be yo let me fuck that nigga down
What’s that? My ghetto love song hahaha
(Set it off, set it off) let’s be friends
(Where my niggas at)
on my dick
Because I'm going up
The people I call my friends
They showing me no love
(Ouuu)
Taking away the pain
With the drugs
(Ouuu)
I can't never show
wanna fuck, let's go to my spot
But I'm too drunk and I can't get hard
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-hard
And bla-bla, bla-bla-bla, bla, bla
You said you love
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