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We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
Thank you for tuning in with NahTheWiz
You know imma just get a couple things off my chest real quick before we really get into the album
You know
C-kan
Gera MX, y Aleman
Voy pa’ donde ellos están
A la gang me voa’ llevar
Y ahi nos van a ver al rato a 120 en el Jaguar
Sin importar lo que pase te
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
I got active
Pull my weight, no lackin
Putting in work
What's your worth
Boi you average
So OD with my team, we a faction
Stash that green
Throw that
schreibe am Meter, zerstückel die Hater
Und arbeite mehr als ich muss wie ein Streber
Baammm - hier ist mein Album und bye
Ich bin wie meine Nüsse,
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
on down to Al's world everyone will have a time
Shove a turtle in your ass and make yourself go blind
Governed by evil, everyone's living a lie
Forever in
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
jeans
White polo, and gray Vans for green onesies
I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself
I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist
When I got here i
Babyyy ( The goat album)
Hey
Y de esta manera ( killing on the beat)
Cerramos este capítulo
The real codes
Written by: Samuel Jose Garcia Cordero
a lil work now she creaming for the green
cll these albums that a nigga dropped and released
Y'all still ain't seen the apex of the beast over beats
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That's why I got a beam with a green light too
I don't even make
?
Close with her friends, so I know I'll get by
Potent green got me thinkin' of you no lie,
How many verses before I get bored?
How many cities have I not
alredy helped y'all
Ima bout to melt y'all
To tell the truth dawg I eint neva felt y'all
This album we gonna bubble like seltzar
If it eint doublelar who
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
and tears nigga, been about fifteen years nigga
Ain't never been no fears nigga, All I hear is cheers nigga
That's why I be in the bathroom with the bitches
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