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more risks, Remember I wanted this, this, this but I couldn’t afford piss I grew up in a grow house, spare room was smelling so loud When going
Clinton, Knocked out McCain, Got into the White House, Yeah, this name again. Okay yes it was close Too close to call, But unlucky Al Gore, You will be no
we gon' spin it Hit your block with 'em out, poppin' tops, we gon' cleanse it Shoot up your house, with them Glocks, killin' everybody in it Call
house, sacred and cared for Has turned into a drugstore Keep sayin you'll change your ways But broken plates have weighed me down Ooo It's time to cut out
and low Safeties off we're rushing in to kill 'em all, like no Russian Torch the house, burned it down, it left no evidence We keep sending bodies
and the fence and the horse and all is just starting to ease off some. You can feel a little bit of a sigh coming on maybe in the house, you know. It's good
grown Leaving the house, going out on our own Doing our best with the seeds that we've sown But carry your love in our hearts and our home Then once
Of you Golden Corral, my favorite buffet, I eat all Dey , food Yoshi Restaurant ain't got Shit to do with Mario prime Merrill Butcher House, that bitch
I don't give a fuck Fam already ate, dessert, give hunnid buns Stacking it up, like bricks Making a house, with it They be like, who are you? Bitch,
Julie and little John Tyler lived in the house next door We would be the great triangle and to this we swore Julie was my sweetheart, little John
Some said John was saintly some said he was a fool as he spoke of revolution and the golden rule with a bible in his satchel and a rifle in his hand
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code Watch the stroll, little Ace A soldier that was born to roll I love God and you know I got
All my exes waving wands, casting spells like its dark magic A couple broken hearts, yeah results are always tragic I got spirits in my house, yeah
knows I miss Ms. Wanda, but I'm still going strong And I rarely leave the house, I might not make it back home Know I wanna see tomorrow, I'm hoping they
that’s right man I’ve got everything. My own house, shows sold out, got my name up in gold lettering. I’m on it. That’s right I’m on it. They said I
money I'm still pickin cotton on telegraph My feet hurt and I got pain in my back The jail bus isthey like slave Ships, the jail house, the plantations
the things you love, the house, the shopping They will all soon be gone All the things you love, the house, the shopping They will all soon be gone All soon be
Bonita I'm tryna chill out don't need to pull them pills out But I gotta get that big house, Moses walking on water I'm a catch like the big trout I see
The kids are reared and now are gone Mary Jane and even John It now a house, not a home no more
35 people in the house, fucked up Run amok, run amok, when the block's hot Try to make the fun stop, get fucking bum rushed Clutch the grip of my
Lookin' for some meds to get that res Seeing red, if I ain't get there, then he dead Knocked down the house, he was on the floor I busted through the door,
for a check I'll run in yo' house, and then up at yo' chest I don't even be on that shit If I was I'ma come and take what you getting I got my mask
it's tiki taka Detty December My guy leave your house, we outside! Detty December Money is to be spent, don't dull! Detty December Shayo! Shayo! Shayo!
then John Where have your trainers gone? The reason you cant find your trainers, you’ll have to buy new They’re still at the house party but they’re
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