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Doctor Mohammed, but other areas, other scholars
Are not available to you as a sister said in your curriculum
That you've had for 400 years when you did
hold up - wait - this girl is a guy?!
I tried to get away, I said, "Well, never mind
Maybe I'll see you some other time"
But then he grabbed me by my
up next
But it felt like Jamaica
GG made the paper
We was whipping up flavor
With the curry goat oxtail
Jerk Pit boomin'
Too good to be true
Well yea
of knigga who prefers them freaks
I thought she was jamaica by the way she tried to jerk my meat
I'm faithful to the money
Brokenness demonstrates adultery
My
I know I said this wouldn't hurt
But some things just happen life's a jerk
And I wish we could be those kids again
But now we're on our arc
I talked to you about my ways
You said that they could never change
Everything will stay the same (for a while now)
I try to be liked every day
Will
now it's easy to say
Right now, I'm legally and illegally paid
So, I could quit rap today, look like I'm streamin' away
So many hoes that I pipe, I
ganja
But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Swag in my genes
Al pastor wit my beans
On a shore like Marines
Yah I got it as it seems
Yah i got it as it seems
Ay
Bumpin’ Marley by the bay
Jerk
its goin,
The B's they started blowin the yells turn into moanin,
She want to lock me down but sadly a nigga gone be gone by the morning ugh
Can't
got a white girl, she call me names like bastard and jerk
That's when I send her ass back to the 'burbs
Fucked her right, good night, die with 'em
confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say
I need to get some things
Off my chest right away
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two
tapping on the rev,
An believe me yea were proud,
Cuz life is gettin sicker by the day,
therfore we'll always stick around,
Tonight you'll see the size
bets on the table, I'm able
Watching like it's cable
I'm fatal by the mic
Going left, you going right
I don't see it, ain't in sight
Looking for
Hasta La Vista baby (Yeah)
Might go Jamaica or Haiti
(Or Haiti)
Everyday Friday, payday (Money)
I don't see no competition
No brain cells,
porno blow at your flowin'
Freak a funk grind her mad sick I'll be hoein
'Cause black girls know my name (Hey)
I said brown girls know my name (You know
of how simple it could all be
Oh yeah, Joe said that uh i could come in
And just pick some shit out
That's cool? All right
to work with
'Cause right now I'm all it, kid, suck my dick, kid
Like your daddy did
Who the fuck you think you're talking to? (Me)
I'm known for
to work with
'Cause right now I'm all it, kid, suck my dick, kid
Like your daddy did
Who the fuck you think you're talking to? (Me)
I'm known for
and blurted out
That the aliens the pedephiles were all concealed by the Clinton files
And everybody's talkin'
From the table head sat Grandpa Fred
His face
dipped, sent right back to may pen
Grandma didn't want him, now family wouldn't take him
He thought about work, but he said "f that!"
He got a fake
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