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just pipe her down I won't cuff a bitch
She for the streets ain't no love in it headed for greatness
Da Savage be after the papers his lyrics shifting

If I wanna cop this lil chick should we be like poles or opposite I'm stuck in a ditch

[VERSE 1]

They say one day you run outta lyrics to write
But

[Verse]
Now hold up ima tell why I'm chose
Cuz I care more about the truth than my lyrics being cold
Rather spit longevity than shit that gets old

write these lyrics Hoping that you
hear them
Hoping that you fear them
Aye
I just lost my fucking mind
Im hoping you don't waste my time
Lil nigga look

been betrayed you can tell by my eyes
I hop on a wave and i let that bitch ride
Tracks that i made they gon drop when i die

But now i'm a slave

para mi

(chorus)
Mas te quisiera, etc.


English Lyrics:

Yo vendo unos ojos negros  ( I sell black eyes )

Music and Lyrics - Angulo Cáceres,

un aromo, etc..


English Lyrics:

Rosas y Claveles  (Roses and carnations)

Music and Lyrics - Angulo Cáceres, Jaime C.

gotta chazer so that I know what I learned by tomorrow
I be feeling electric, just how I'm wired
Emunah and bitachon, both required
All of our neshamas

make it last
Never devoted to women or cash
Learn from the teacher now welcome to class
Lyrics ethereal never material
Imma keep climbing to make it

real anymore

I was influenced by those who were down on their luck
The rappers who respected hip-hop and were real as fuck
Those who took their life

the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me, (kiss me) down by the broken tree house
Swing me, (swing me) upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring,

Not a one of it
Not a one of it
Not a fucking lyric
Not one
I press play
Then I hear it
Can't help but get off it
Belongs in a coffin
Original lyrics

hometown, so I rep my new region
Language is crispy, pop, crackle snap
Everybody buzzing off my lyrics on tap
You lookin' tragic, written by Euripides
Off

Penger kanke snakke
Trekker på minjakke
Neste stopp er Trondheim by
Young boyson the beat
We bout too gå over hver en sky
Veien her er rocky
Føles altfor

control the past in its run
Only prepare for what is to come
Bringing on back what i had started before
My lyrics gonna flow like smoke from a blow
Can't

the evening for a reason
What you reading Ach start redefining your lyrics
Who cares if it starts in the morning or the night
At this point in our plight are

off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December

that its me verse you and vice versa
Divine presence imminent here to lift the curses
That were placed on us by sick oppressors
What the hell do you

a Dominican
The resemblance of Gil-Scot Heron
I can write conscious lyrics but I still gotta shine
Bad nerves I been smoking more
HDMI for my vocal cord
I wrote

have a dollar
Everybody wanna rap
The industry is like the lotto
Most they lyrics really cap
I'm versatile just like the inside of a taco
Mi vato
You say

This is Puppa Richie wid di lyrics ago hit
Branches pon di tree, pon di floor yuh call dem sticks
1980 style, Rub-a-Dub it ago hit
The people in

thrice been scorned
"No other thought, than to love and be loved by me"
"My beautiful Annabel lee"

You're too good for me
You are pure romantic imagery

the limelight
I can get it by myself as long as me and the time's right
No limits to what imma do like I wanna Klondike

So I'm just bopping on the beat again

love a bitch
I'm gone hold it in
What majestic said
Love will get you killed
Nigga shot at me
I had to do my yea
Bullets whizzing by
I had to shoot