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Pull up to the crib with a Bad-Bad
Finna run my fingers up and down her its a track pad
I ain't never talk, all these niggas' they be mad mad
If we

on paper
Cause I'm quick to write about it
All these bitches mad so they throw a fit about it
Write it on a pad and I make a hit about it

If you want it

got the game in a pad lock
All in the paint on my last shot Ay
Hotbox, I was the kid on the back block
Now it's new wheels on the drop top
I had

Send me an angel
Voor de duisternis op mijn pad
I fell in and out of love
Heal me broken Heart
Send me an angel
Voor de duisternis op mijn pad
I fell

pad
Y'all niggas pussy pads
If I miss I must've lagged
Hit a witness for the stats
Pop ya my top, she boutta drop ya her top
Oops gotta cop, my nigga

this for the mentions
So don't question my purpose homie, it's so evidential

It goes so much deeper than the tracks, the pads, the pen
These other

808 Mafia
The Cupid pad, the Cupid pad
Cupid, ooh

You boys tryin' too hard (too hard), it's in me, not on me (nah)
Ism is (ridiculous) niggas

sabhi linene vyast hai bhaiya
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
mehanga pad gaya sapne bunna
naa ghar ke naa ghaat ke munna
naa ghar ke naa ghaat ke munna
naa

heel ander pad
Geen band met de familie alleen wat pen en papier
Oortjes om te luisteren naar Biggie en Pac
Een nieuw perspectief was nodig in mijn leven

one
You think I give a fuck what you think
A pen and pad is all I need
Only thing to give me company
Oh please now you can see my dreams come true with

Papírový drak se v mracích houpá
v rudých červáncích se koupá
Na strništích zbyla suchá kvítí
na bílém koni svatý Martin se už řítí

Na každý pád

got the beat
A pen and pad's the only thing that I need
They can sell out, that's fine I'll be true to me
I don't need the fancy cars and the jewelry
I

Ek Hath me kalam mere ek me pad
Likha sab mene blue par ho gaya red
Ha haath mere khooni me karu accept
Bars karte katal ek jhatke me dead

Slit your

Do you
Hoe ik het zie kom ik nog op jouw pad
Shorty do you
Liever te vroeg geskipt dan spijt gehad
Ey baby do you
Hoe ik het zie kom ik nog op jouw

This is the revival
If you think the game dead
And ain't feeling what they saying
I can bring it back to life
With a note pad and a pen
Let me say

Op die pad wat min gaan vat
I do my thang I'm never gonn' turn round
All this loyalty deep in my genes
I got loyalty on my denim
Neke thloka fela

We done seen bad times
Looking at my 'pad like it's mad rhymes
Sleeping on myself like it's bed time
Thinking to myself will I blow up?
I'm too

to it[00:14.96]Grab the pen and the pad[00:16.32]Wrote some music, wasn't nothing to it[00:18.25]Trapped in this Rubik's[00:19.23]Make a movie, Stanley

Too bad, yeah, it's too bad
I've been stabbed once or twice, I need a new back
Packin' all of my shit, headed to my new pad
You know that this shit

se goodbye
Dis cl's the same
Volg die pad dis al wat hul say
Maar die pads te klein
En kanie op dit bly
En die pad verdwyn onder my voete verby
Want ek

Woke up one morning with a thought on my mind,
"Maybe I can rap, maybe can rhyme"
So I got up, and put the pen to the pad
That's how the Youngin' got

Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Come to my pad, pad, pad, pad, pad, pad
Put your hand in my pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pants
Uh (come on)
I found me

mijn naam
Tijd om los te gaan

Geef me meer van dat
Dit is onze nacht
Ga met mij op pad
Geef me meer
ik wil meer
Geef me meer van dat
Toon me heel de

to be taken aback and patchin' scratchin' raps on pads
Kickin' it daft to the maddest tracks, hit in between the cracks, seen gaps
That needs fixed up in