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with a dude in her boots and spurs
What happened after that is still a blur

She broke my heart then her barn burned down
Like one thing led

And Somalia's a sock

France is famously a hexagon
That fact is quite well known
But it's not the only one
It's joined by Sierra Leone
What about these landlocked

not chasing Hoes, we chasing Loot
Stomp a Nigga Ass like Boots

I been in my bag Lately 
Put that shit up I don’t brag Baby
He probably hate cause his

this riot up inside of me 

I could by my own suit, and switch up my Tim Boots

the funny thing is I make more money than you do, 

So classify me

the boots I wanna ah-huh, ah-huh
Spin ride, I slide, you ride
Ha-ha, ha-ha [?]
Ha-ha, ha-ha
[Chorus]
And if you see my enemies, tell ‘em that I stand correct,

We gone pour it up cause we drink for free
She been taking shots now she feelin me
Ima turn it up that’s a guarantee
Girl it’s going down cause i got

wardens one by one
Disappear and all go missing
Vanish without a trace without a clue
Not a hat not a boot like
Not even ah smidgen
Cause I'm sick

global  fucking domination in this rap shit 

Word is Bon Jovi

Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go 
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by

nothing like air
I no come London to snap picture (Gbagbe)
Hennessy on ice that's a mad mixture
If you try us we go come beat y'all
I'm chilling by the sea

stoppin'
Tryna finish projects 'fore I'm in a coffin
Call that legacy, I got so many
Things waitin' ahead of me, tryna be seventy
Feelin' like twenty-three,

Spit That G

Timbo King

The Sting [Clean]

2002

Brook-lawn pack those things, crack/cocaine

If you got ladies (Spit That G)
If you got endo (Spit That G)
If you got currency (Spit That G)
W.T.C. (Spit

where the weed at
Hopped up in the Delta, saw Tracy and Lisa
Popped they ass one by one while I was puffin Reefa
Now I'm lookin for that bitch Yvonne

We ran them routes did different things
I'm with my young hitta JJ the King
Throw somethin at me and bet im a swing
Bet im a keep screaming AAAA
This

Don't Save Her

Project Pat

Down Right Dirty

2001

the bitch pack her shit, hurry up and run them streets
Two things I ain't never in my life done seen before
It's a U.F.O. or a hoe that wouldn't go

Don't

got no loose change
It's hard to pull ya self up by your boot straps with no shoe strings
I can’t really talk right now, I cant really to talk right

ain't go fucking get the boot
Bitch i go hunger games by the loo
I just have gotta call me skeme the wolf
You niggas say you thuggin, where the proof

want to (what I want to)
Might buy the ho first class just for me and you (yeah, yeah)
I'm rockin' Saint Laurent boots like Adidas shoes (yeah, yeah)

Whatever

Baby Beesh

Baby Beesh Presents What's Really! Game One

2000

a boot in my mouth
Cause a nigga didn't pay 'Lac
And I know that he sold out
Put something in my street sweeper
And run in his house
Knock a hole up

Rocky,
She too annoying
Ouu
Padded my Gucci boots
She say that she sorry and sent me new Jimmy Choo
Im outside of the city fool
She sent me a pack, good

thoughts in fractions, that could go sideways and I may
Get too big for these boots, I'll stick to these roots and then it's time for a size change
Never

up, droppin bombs and
I never thought that I could make amends with my mom!
I thought it was a lost case, but by gods grace, im honored
No gloss lake,

and that there's nothing 'bout it
Well shit
I forget the simple things all in these complex dreams
I formulate a plan for every night I feel entitled

up in yacht
That’s where I’m not
Give me like two years I’ll rock
Then I’ll definitely pull up wit drops
Niggas Got Shot
Nigga by who?
It was his mans

shooting chat
But one thing I can do is boot him bad
Man sounds heavy on a tune it's fact
Cah I lay it all out like a nudist camp
Every single I produce it