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you still kinda pretty We can pop out everyday, yeah we gettin litty I wrote you a love letter, turned it to a love song I just hope that all my efforts
Oh, what do ya know? He comes Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown Ground you like terrible weather Nobody does it better than I, so
the Courvoisier We got these hoes lovin it They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John) I like them in twins like doublement (Don
Uh, check it out, uh I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee! Fuck all that pretty shit Takin' it back to the gutter for you
wont u get out an vote honestly hate is yah true Virtue And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great One thing to improve would b by
of the brothers (God forgive me) Or one of the sisters I followed the system but took out of context That John was addressing antinomianism And the proto-gnostics
[Hook by Blam] This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up
you can't see me I don't bleed Put John Cena on the scene He's on it I took off with the beans I'm flipping off Jack wit a fiend I'm carrying my whole
a little Lying here on this hotel bed with nothing much on my mind Maybe should be feeling lonely with no one here by my side But got John Mayer on shuffle,
about this girl from the U hot mamasita, she used to always say poppy U blow my back out like a fat tire Until she caught me cheating and set my car
destiny CHORUS So, I’ll just sit in the evenin’ sun watchin’ the pretty ones dancin’ out on the beach Then I’ll head to the pine trees and settle on in for
extorted All our plugs in the drawer (Course) Closed casket gang, we up by three Check the count (On gang) Ion going out like 9locknine I ain't shooting up
on Let the cries out Wave a whole chicken by his Legs near the crotch smells Sweating bullets in the tip Blow torching his flesh I seen his face melt Drip
Now then, what makes a nation strong? Taxes? (Heh) There’s nothing new about those either The first income tax was paid by Abraham It was written
and take em out but bitterness is bliss For the procrastination rankings I'm da number one pick Aye Gettin' litty at the party got me stumblin Tyson when I'm
we oughtta do is take the rich man out That'd be fine by Wichita John
vitamins Breathe in and out that Hydrogen Pretty happy I'm content Take out a segment Lots of pain gonna torment Lay you out with cement Gonna make you
name If Jesus was alive he would be sad to see That it is no different than it used to be Someday he's going to call you out I am pretty god damned sure
Model bitch, pretty face I pray, you help me in need Lotta red scars, heart dripping Tears shed, I'm appalled, what's with this? It's known by now, we
running out jumping up We'll throw a little dust I'm gettin to gettin, gettin to gettin there Damn that smile on those pretty lips Will wrap me round your
henny A drunk text go out Like come and eat this sweet juicy pie down here If I'm a go that route But nah nigga, wrong song I only need a couple bars
tongue Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on) Before I die, hope I one day can float by In the brand new tres uno ocho Now when
tongue Lick 'em places niggas wouldn't dare put they faces (come on) Before I die, hope I one day can float by In the brand new tres uno ocho Now when
Smelly the body of the beat from the boot of the car So the lack of a conviction just seems pretty bizarre Maybe she's out hiding where the wild thinks are
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