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60 minutes with you in my house
Yeah its only overwhelming all the shit that you say
You got my back when I come but the first to talk when I'm away
So

the same of Andrew Tate
Got a lot of money and high school fame
But this is your peak that's your fate
Thrown in high school like raw meat
They were savages

the tide
By being wavy, yeah the streets are shady
First they used to hate me, now they wanna aide me
Went from Sue's rendezvous to the golden lady
Money

I got all my niggas with me
Here go Benji, here go Andrew
I just swiped yo mama citi
For a Mille, in the bathroom
Audemar Piguet
Hold my middle finger

of Warcraft.
And I know what you're specced up for
just by looking at your gear.
So if you don't mind me saying
I can see you have capped to 60,
but there's

okay, that's okay
It's just how god designed it
6 holes 60 minutes, that's how I prescribed it
Makin love, Aphrodite
Public hot tubs, Poseidon
I'm on fire

Words to Live By

Remedy

The Genuine Article

2001

on the sixty-sixth level
My hands bare lambs blood, marked on my door step
Your first born swept, while your snake ass slept
Words to Live By, the human eye, can't

No Home (Steady!)

Downset

Check Your People

2000

the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you

I'm close-eyed
Model bitch by the coastline
Said she wanna come for a nigga
So she know how to approach mine
Standup since a waist high
Money brings

crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get

(Nocturne)
(Meal)
(Yeah, what?)
She wanna take my soul (ahh)
But I already know she's aiming for the gold (ahh)
Choppa' make him do backflips like

We're coming back from the dead zone
Taking our throne
As we should have long ago
Time's gone by
Be ready now, we're aquí for gold
And tonight
We're

Stole yo gold Wiggins no Andrew
This the essence of hip-hop
Speakers Boom bap n beatbox
Knock off yo speaka
The kinda lang to make yo teacher
Go

мне распиздели байки

В моей сумке драмы еду покупать Gold City
Она мне сосала я спустил ей на Good сиси
Я заскамил оппа и он скинул мне CVC
Вместе

He's got, no money but a heart of gold
And he's late on his gas so his flat's cold
Puts in about sixty hours a week
But he's not far off that

Thought you was bold
But you blind
Under cut by some gold
It's too late
It unfolds
I done told
I done told

Nanananaaa na na naaa Boobooboooo
Nanananaaa na

We was dreaming bout em Jordan's and em gold chains
Rocking our new kicks when we're on stage
Never trust a bitch up in her hoe phase
But we we're

trouble in Hustle
Andrews, and they my brothers
Never ain't seen the gold
See them tell on one another

Shit make me don't wanna hustle
Damn, I swear
All I

They say proper preparation prevents poor performance
Most of us get harassed by the past so the futures extorted
Niggas don't believe in they dreams

came ashore
Greeted with nothin' but niceness
Sailin' west in attempt to
Find gold and spices
Dominated by the popes in frenzy for ices
The Catholic

the fools gold blinded by color
As I move thru world of wonder sometime I often wonder
Why the devil tries keep us under

PRODIGAL SUNN LYRICS

Inhaling life

Treat it like a Doc, by some real G'z
Win City Boyz, dawg, this so easy, does it
Gold watch on my wrist
Gold chain on my neck
I get M.O.N.E.Y and respect

The Maverick And The Gold Whistle Kid.

There was trouble there before, back in nineteen sixty-four,
From the riders on the trucks with the rifles in the racks,

Goin' Down

Cru

Da Dirty 30

1997

across from Bronx River
Short Puerto Rican looked it kinda slow
Spittin when he talk from a mouth full of gold
[M] I'm holdin by that
[Y] Just be out
[M]