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to stress
I'll have them folks cuttin a motherfuckin why in yo' chest
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm dyin to wet, any cocksucker, that fuck with Chuck
Cause you know
and fire sticks: that's Amazon
The Hustla a man that grind
If you Snow White I got it in
But you gotta spend or shorten ya short life
If you bought white,
rapper
I smack rappers and have smack to trap
When you rap your rap
If I'm lookin' in ya face
It's cause I'm fuckin'
Lookin' for a place to clap
parade high
Now you're free to fly
You've gotta lay that burden down
You're gonna lay that burden down
It's time to leave your burdens in a pyre
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it
You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in
Boston, across
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
would swear it's your birthday
Saturday you don't wanna be around now
No frowns can be found on Thursday
Yes sir
If you're lookin' at the forecast and ya
selfish sense, if their behavior is changed or eliminated, then in
The future you won't be hurt by them again, either them directly or their progeny
Being
said in a blog that you're
The one who started battle rap
And before that you smoked a bowl of
Crack and you dropped some acid
If you think you started
tequila shots still rocking my mask getting sloppy
Sike
I'm a professional. This ain't a hobby
If you're yawning, you won't be here in the morning
Appear
Girl i gotta leave a little some to have for myself
Said you didnt wanna go to texas but
He gonna cover the expenses, yuh
clready know you left your
Well, it's all politics, Alex
Maybe if you just lightened up a little
Texas would be fun!
Art isn't easy
Overnight you're a trend
You're
on victimisation
You're sick in the head and I don't have to take it
I wish you the best but i'm hoping you changing
I reserve the right to evolve
Been down, been
When you're by my side
Stay by my side girl (boy)
Let's ride if that what's you want
Have fun if that what's you want
We could go wherever you want
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
room, it wasn't me, it wasn't me farting [fart] -- that was not me --
Gary phelps: [hysterically laughing under his breath] you're gonna have to stop
And you're never gonna have to worry
No, no, hell no
Feels like payback
Who's pimpin' who?
And shit like that
All those games you're tryin' to play
the violence, die in your silence
If you're not a god
Why the fuck are you fighting?
If you're not a god
Then I'm not even trying
No take backsies, bitch, you're
got it drowning out the radio
I've been waiting so long for you to come along and have some fun
Well I gotta let you know
No you're never gonna
got it drowning out the radio
I've been waiting so long for you to come along and have some fun
Well I gotta let you know
No you're never gonna
be too ready, you gotta have patience
Droppin' them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the VIP, that's
loves nothing more than kicking you when you're down
We all hurt the same but don't all figure that out
It's not just something in the air in Alabama
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