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More than prepared to bring back what was lost
Victory! Victory in their camp, is what was needed most
With the ball in her court she couldn't do
diss me in they fuckm whack rhymes
We spy back, your mother's dead by lunchtime
Ask the last rapper who tried to diss me
Vou won't be able to cause his
opened up the lid.
Girls gave him candy cause he treated him nice.
He took it home and chopped it up, and doubled up the price.
Miss Thomas
letters
Send her home and she wear my new sweater
If the bitch wanna leave then I'll let her
Then maybe I'll live a lot better
Then maybe I'll live a lot
her mouth while she tryna wrestle my jeans off
Glytch called
Talking about hacking a body I had the aim bot
Headshot
Hit him by default
Missing a piece
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's
really take care of your people while you're gone
And bless you when you come back home
Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem
That's
the law, wash it by divesting my investments spread em cross a few portfolios
My bitch don’t ask, she just gon order those
That’s what that trust bring
Start
a pussy ass bitch
No entertaining, Don Julio
I'm spreading FL like flames (Flames!)
And I ain't talking no studio
You either Live by Night, or die
and I'm going back in
If you ever see a foreign car sliding on rims
Up 85 North [?] that's him
Just drive, I see him, I see him, I see him
All black
and Misdemeanour
Know we can't stand the rain
Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load
Cause we can reload, cock back and explode
Cock
said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
But
me that shot when I was just about to quit
So to not see him with me would be a shockin' image
And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
And the five I took away, I'd a left alive
If I could do all it again I'd bring Virg' back
Or I switch places with him, I hope you heard that
I would
a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck through
I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag
him right back
Went and found my mother, then I sat down and I hugged her
Response team came in, directed them where to go
Quickly came back, head down,
If I send em back ima hit that
If u wanna hate Ian wit that
Don't bring that shit over here cuz it ain't finna last Lil nigga forget that
I'm asking
make me risky, years and years that go by quickly
Pick up pace, it picks up swiftly, in this moment, veiled so thinly, so revealing
Count my lucky stars,
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