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Six months, hotel, runnin' the balance up
It was either Beverlywood or Chatsworth
Someone jipped the power, and the buildin' went black
I waited out

on a napkin on the carpet 
And part of it was frostbit
But you've always been a smart kid
Could still distinguish
The blood black as pitch
Valves had gone

venchy)

A B C D, ah, don't teach
수학 못해서 나보고 rap 하라던 선생님 덕에 나 ballin'
Black T cream fleece, don't touch
지호 아니지만 Givenchy 막 사고 갤러리아 포인트 적립
어제는 오마카세 근데

the morning
Than put up with her bullshit every night

She loved my two-tone flatbed
The black cowboy hat on my head
But she wasn't cut out for all that

それはもちろん hot and black
颯爽と火傷しな
でも会話はまだ続けるぜ

思い出してるその good time
酔っ払ってたよ その flow は
僕ら近くても案外
隠し持ってたよね

こんなことじゃあ
出会わなきゃよかったな
そんなことじゃあ
ラブコメみたいな2

cyo, whats up nigga, thanks for the birthday liquor
Two figures, kitchen convos is real talk
Sometimes you parked the black jet charger and walked

tryna' turn a man runtz (hmm)
Last man try callin' my bluff he's in a blunt
Tryna' locate 76 2s for the guys
Right now we good with the pump (aye)

night time, my phone rings, Peace, what up
I'm outside though, sittin in the all black truck
What a beautiful soul, refutable, yo, my nigga was cold
Cob,

'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo'
That wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit venom said 'em got

Only pass to yourself
(Only pass to yourself)
Maybe I should tone it down a little
Ask for some help
(I should ask for some help)
But there's two types

the king
Down with the king
Down with the king
Down with the king

Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme

Feet Bam-Bam"
Is the classy way to make men

Scat!

Okay, here's your two hundred!
You dames are crazy, I'm outta here!

When a knucklehead gets

Verpasse Gebete am Dschuma
Fick' die Welt, weil nur Geld macht es munter
Erkenn' den Bull'n im Zivi (Zivi)
Hören 2Pac, Biggie (Biggie)
Fahr' durch

a-ringing

One! Two! If you wanna keep your head

They called it "freedom"

I'm free! We're free!
Mr. Hades set us free!

Mr. Hades set you free

(ahh)
Pop, now you rot, farewell to the weak (weak)
Drop give me twenty, Sergeant BONES do you dirty
Purple heart, black lungs, camouflage, Glock 30

tame, yeah
That's right

Well, I've got four black tires and a pocket full of change
I get my rocks off on ZZ Top La Grange
I did two years for

recompter mes sacs
(Toi) t'es louche comme ce chef qui m'propose un contrat
Et qui m'demande si j'aime les blacks
J'préfère la trahison d'un ennemi

Vivid, habitat crazy insane
Watchin' propaganda six o'clock news and it's saying
Cultures clash, poor black folk and white trash
They revel in