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totally useless personal 'girl-things' that smell l
He stuff they put in the toilet paper. you played golf! you watched football! you drank beer! we
BLOTTIVADED
But when the president does it, that means that it is NOT illegal...
By definition?
Exactly...
SkreeZy and Treazy on the mic, get it
what I'll probably hear
Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
And look lovely with it
Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly
welcome to lion's den
They done jumped my mans, now they hiding feds
But my niggas is shooting if Simon says
Issa GDM thing we the whole gang
Niggas Pullin
sayin'?
Windows up, drivin' through the city, smokin' an L for dolo
You know how we do
This shit I be thinkin' about is crazy son
What if Notorious
and clean
And to the rubbers that throw in the scene
M-A-N-D-E-L-A
Now you got a chance to hear what he say
Since they kept him locked up for
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by
617 I send him to heaven
With my Smith and Wesson
This shit is so stressing
This shit depressing
This shit upsetting
I switch up the setting
I'm
you cup an L my jigga turn it to a lesson
It's funny though how girl them be thinking
You see potential but can't be texting first (first)
If he don't
I used to be at Mars with Flex; now everything changed
He was the only one in the room DJing - empty room
He was cool back then, used to talk
of the art shit (hey!)
After two L's, I'm cool like James Todd Smith
Made ya burn while the, tables turn
I teach but I'm ready willin' able to learn
These
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung
Not on yo' dick dick but on yo' tongue tongue
Jealous
Take this as a lesson
My spit is a weapon
Don't need Smith and Wesson
I been disrespectin
No time for reflection
I preach like a reverend
My feet,
be a granny smiths....
Mix drinks with papaya... My darling by the to realest kiss .. the fort is on fire ... c blaze for all who get to see it...
I
nigga
I'm out for murder motherfuckers get prepared to go
And when I toot I gotta shoot and leave hoes cold in snow
My whole objective in this game is
a go-between
This is Mr. and Mrs. Smith
To whom you are speaking
Slang King
Words from a cheap man
Part-paid type who got his style
From a press treatise
you further
By pointing out how the mob is the majority
The mob is the power of the mark of beast M.O.B. maybe spelled out swimmingly startling with
Packing, compassion free, innocent fools riddle
With bullets took it to a whole 'nother level
Caught an L like Todd smith now karma echoes
Shortened fuse
leave demons dismembered
Soldier of Salvation we live by his presence
To repent is to say I'm sorry to the lord
Turn away from your ways a praise
electronic beeps
Two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
Illegal weapons, mesmerized by the dope game
Smith & Wesson's, never went back for seconds
Sprung..
daughter
That really love me, for the **** that I taught her
Will Smith on the guest list, pops is the king
I'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya
Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my nigga ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya niggas want beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad ox'
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