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I blew at a guy and I shoot his dick
Nigga can't cum, I'm runnin' for fun
I'm fuckin' this bitch
Ah, yeah, we goin' up
Yeah, we goin' up
Up, up
By
that money goin` be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain`t goin` tell you, what?, to stop chasin` paper
Man, I`m just like ya`ll, I
(Uh Yeah)
(B*tch)
(Uh Yeah)
Everybody ducked off now huh?, I see what the f*ck goin' on
(Uh and I'm thuggin forreal B*tch!)
Sh*t got to active
some sense
Or they goin catch you slipping sooner than later
Oh No not me
I refuse to be the one that's going see
I can't go for this cause I'm not
teams better step up
no u shoulda kept up
now u gettin smoked on the feild by aaron stecka
who u gunna get man
we still got michael pittman
howard
Yezzur
Ride around in the night time like I'm Michael Knight call me Knight Rider
Whoo, shit, I just might fly by ya, Skoo, Shit
I, Ride around in
Ain’t no need a front, they goin’ know what's up
Know what's up
We took on the cup, He goin’ fill it up
Fill it up
Though we out in front, we goin
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'll be honest, we all liars
I'm pulled over and I got priors
Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?
Guess
throwin'
Splash, yes pour, yeah I pull up in a foreign
Keep goin', keep goin'
They just steal my sauce and you
Know Li' Swag know it
I'ma get these bands,
goin' fo da win
No no hold up now I'm goin' in
No 1 2 3 only fa that win go
Oh so now ya wanna move salty see it's time fa me to shake it up
Savin' my
(What's up with you?) Now I'm layin' here with someone else
(What's goin' on?) Feel like I'm by myself
Where did we, where did we go wrong? (What's up
But keep on burnin' up with you, baby
Smoke be fillin' up the room, baby
I'm suffocated by your love
I can't breathe without you, baby
I'd die
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin
to share
All we get is stares
Because of fear we'll evaporate
Say your prayers
And what's next
Hard livin' got me goin' insane
But I'm addicted
than E or PMD did
(Ha!) Word like so many hoochies on my penis
By the time I'm twenty-nine I have more Suns than Phoenix
Watch the man bust, pose for
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin
an interview
I'm thinkin' niggas switchin' up, I guess that's just the inner you
how my dog turn pussy, I'm so glad that I blender you
If you switch on the gang,
and drivin, bottoms up
Put dem bottles up, put dem bottles up
No seriously here the cops come
Put them bottles up!
DUI is a serious offense
Now I'm seriously in
her back her ass so fat though
Bitch I'm sipping blood and I've been walking like a lynch
I can't feel my body but I'll be back in a pinch
Picking up
Yeah, uh, you can turn me up anyway
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh,
Look,
This is all I ever needed
I know sevens at the gates greeted
I took a chance n repeated
of time cuz my faith really don't care
While all hell break loose I'm goin' still scream yea
I'm goin' keep on walkin' by faith
It don't look good- really
devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody (come on)
Yeah, we come to party
I went from St. Claire
devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody (come on)
Yeah, we come to party
I went from St. Claire
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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