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the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive

High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I

just don't make 'em like me
Lately protectin' my peace... pursuin' my savior
(Lord God, I come to you a sinner... Inshallah)
Apologies accompanied by

(Bobby Soxer)
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four
Fight
Stick to the B-E-A T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y T
Catching all the lights

goes into this shit ya feel me?
Let's go get it yo

Verse 1: (All White G)
Achievements on my lap I'm pursuing my careers
Never been scared not even by

instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran

„He's interested in one thing, and one thing only
Getting high”

Bam, und die Kids wollen wieder Rap, zu viel Geheule im Geschäft
Acten auf Bühnen,

Devils[x3][Yeaaaaaaa]
We Talkin' Bout Devils[x4]

Verse 1:
Mane it's Payback
For All Da Months Dat I Layed Back
For All Da Blunts Dat Had Me Lazy

snatch up a doll, met 'n vet vet hol
Till I got intercepted by this old ass dude
Like hoe te fok oom
Hou net op oom
Respect my uncle want soos 'n album gat

And rest in Peace to Aaron Hobson
And the n-gga aint violent, but I carry options
These n-gga be wylin'
Believe me bro, cold-ass flow is 3 below
And I got it

Ayy
I do this everyday
Grind my way up to the top then I stay
Ayy
6-4-3 turn that all day
But first there is something that I gotta say

First things

his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause

Wjeżdża Szlagier na magiel, rzuca
Wypluwam płuca tu
Trójkąt Bermudzki 3 ekipy, gruby crew
DI I L Gang, JWP, ZIPy, tu nie ma lipy
Nie ma takich dwóch

a martyr
Dropping singles not albums like 1,2,3,4,5 tha Carter
These rhymes are sick in the head so lock me up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Tha Carter I’m talking Lil

(Bobby Soxer!)
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's

how dat guh, don wayne!

[VERSE 1]

Yuh have a one strap me have one too!
Many backa dat, contract ones too!
Fi di killaz gunshots by cartons too!
Buss

defense
That's 2 or 3 and I'm zonin'
Got money like I cloned it
Your bitch came through and I owned it
Rims on the Caddy and I ice-cream coned it

own lane when I swerve by,
Lines like cocaine mixed like stir fry.
My hooks flame and the verse fire.
See me glowin’ from my third eye. 
Leave my

getting recognized 
Mr Mike is by my side Dizzy in a prison 
Miracles within him 
Working on an album just to show him how I've risen 
It's like I've been

Urbaniaka
Mietka Szcześniaka, Golden Life, Kukiza
Ale też wzgórze Ya-Pa3, Art of Beatbox
Reda i Skorupa na
Scenie hiphopowej Liroy budzi uczucia
Ambiwalentne

to bro

cctually Slide that shit to me 
I been switching up my calendar can't work from 10-3
I been followed by some crowds that got u running back for

Remember was smoking them blunts by lake now we fly out the state look how far I done came
Them niggas played in my face they need me to be great so it's

did
I gave the streets 3 albums I’m turnt in this bitch

Rockstar chain on my wallet
Money ain’t shi if you got it
Young n**** countin dis guala
Fully