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and Barry White, and Teddy P
Mixed in with a little Billy Dee
And this is a gentlemen's song
And little children, girls and boys, I'm sendin 'em home
When
And scream out the front seat
For everyone in front of the school
To come out and see the news
Just to send a message to the few who
Would try to fuck with me
good right now
Now I want to talk to you a little bit more
I'm not finished with you, talk to 'em
I used to fall asleep in Sunday school
Sang in
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
from a ball, now I'm lookin' at a brick
Slice just done a four, now he's lookin' at a six
Billy just done a six, now he's lookin' at the strip
I use
Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by
but bitch I might shortly
Yeah
This has been WALKER. EP
Brought to you by Wet Paint, and uh
WALKER
We thank you all very much for listening
We just gon'
granddad's habit's
Grab a gat cock back, blam blast at it
See your face, I spit a little anthrax at it
Black mask and a billy club
RIP we just killed the club
of the soil, crossroad walker
Great vine swinger, the pyramid stalker
Makin God music in sync with the universe
So here we go again, another Brother verse
Back
how we do it
This is big truck style shit, diesel fluid
Slay bitches with the Shaolin slang
Stapletown, Park Hill, we just doing our thang
C'mon,
assessment:
Bound to blossom festive knock on wood
Salute the little lonely
Troglodyte that could
So they navigate the blame
Game with a bulls-eye on a gold
(Maybe I should get a little more high)
Come and talk shit, who the boss bitch?
Moon the crowd now, Randy Moss shit
Sharks swimmin' in the water
(Maybe I should get a little more high)
Come and talk shit, who the boss bitch?
Moon the crowd now, Randy Moss shit
Sharks swimmin' in the water
These niggas like to talk a lot, but my niggas the shit
We like to just watchin' this bitch with the shit
I remember my niggas still crip. Like, where
with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz meet me at Veronica's
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga, I'm out
Let me talk to him, let me
the Peter I know, was in a little pickle
Like Lord, I love you more than these
Lord, I love because of Jesus
I'll love them more for Jesus
I love him totally
when I'm talking out my ass or I talk a little trash
Like I'm
CHARLAMAGNE THA GOD!
Make you give your smile up and get riled up but I'm never gonna
The car but I crashed
Hope the Allstate come fast
I got good hands but a bitch get smacked
Tell that hoe, "don't talk back"
Uh, and Toker got caught with
it is to be finally living
I cannot believe it I swear
7am I'm reading 'bout what Jesus 'bout
'Bout Jesus' bout with the wicked ones who snuffed
the cracks on the ceiling for my own entertainment.
And this order, it feels like post mortem, shit,
I'd rather have my pumpkin smashed by Billy Corgan.
'cause
hanging from
The cross for the sake of One
With The Name Above
All Names (Jesus)
But God saves those who bear to the end
By our faith we live
And deletin all my pics just cause my phone ran out of storage
I hate the courts, extortionist with arrest warrants
Home invasions labeled a bust by paid
young Billy wanna be the next Jay Z
You better fight with us if you wanna be part of this culture
You wanna live like Pablo but you've never been
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
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