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smoking moon-fucking-rocks
Michael Jackson moon fucking walk
Smooth walking smooth talking super saucy
You say that nigga go hard but he hardly
He don't got

hear where they comin from cos i listen in mono
Bitch got my nuts wet like bitch go go
Back to the streets were u found i aint got time for no hoes

Cos

bullets hurling through the window 
I been debating Satan bout where our souls go 
Lord knows I suppose 
Nobody knows until the end 
I pretend I got

Hennessy mix up emotions (Uh)
I'm just so into the finer thangs
I got the sauce lasagna (Ayy)
Bitch if i die i'm a martyr
If i live forever i'm larger
You

Baptized In Fire

Kid Cudi

Baptized in Fire

2016

love Scott, you love the Kid Cudi
I ain't no fucking slouch, show you what I'm 'bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings

clapping 
I'm the engine that wishes you would
Carcinogenic Suge to these minutemen
Extortion on the mic call me Robin-hood 

You can bob and weave

And showed me brighter ways
I'm inspired by Jay Cinema
Inspired by Jay Electronica
You talk down we up the aim
A beam at your yamaka
Baby, I ain't get your dm

Dined and ditched and dimmed the lights
Left the bodies on the side
Bad illustrations got you down
Thought all was 2D but it's round

But have you

a check on my kick
A new sound, got a patent on it
I'm inbound, better hid a little kid
Put in ground, if you mess with me, bitch

I got some bullets, I got

boy ima dump it
Bitch we sticked up clicked up
Rolling of pills
Got a 50 of the gas and im pumpin
Smoke purp wit the gang trap bumpin
In the party but

lanço incomoda
E tu usas a tua inteligência toda, mas a rima doesn't make sense
Recebes propz dos teus 2 amigos e eu recebo do Bob da Rage Sense 

Hamm...

to me
Told her I'ma kill it when I'm in it, n say a eulogy
Ghee Boe Bob the Builder since a kid, I brought that tool with me
Always been with Goons just

Therapy Shit 4

Kevin Gates

Therapy Shit 4

2019

be Alam busy dealin' with my kids
You love your ho then cuff her, fuck what other niggas think
Her bootyhole retarded, pussy good, her mouth the same

by hatred
Welcome to the faketrix
Where you get pissed on intellectually shitted on
Rug pulled because people don't run it back
On a fronted sack You

sendin' no hits 
They sendin' attempteds, that's the difference 

Yeah 
You niggas got me bent
Thinkin' that I'm goin', like I ever went (thinkin' that

by any means necessary 
Kids down boy I got ya, check ya books give em commissary


Chorus​

My Nigga My Rider My Thug (I got you) My Nigga My Rider My

a pact
We must bring, salvation back (Oh! Oh! Oh)
Where there is love, I'll be there
(Ben, you've got a friend in me)

Dancing, Dancing, Dancing

And shout

're letting all of the killers go free, yeah
Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches
Even if you stand alone, you got to stand up
If you love hip hop

When he was choking on the ground why couldn’t you believe him?
This whole society got messed up civil rivalries that force the kids to grow up on a land

Ring in they ears
Like when the kids dismissed
Too many bangers what hit is this?
They like I cannot tell
I got on white tees with the Ksubis
I'm looking

Appreciate

C.L. Smooth

Soul Survivor II

2004

out of this deep dark depression, stand by me
Give my insight a resurrection and heal me
And feel me, what you got is to love, got a thing
This

a party
Ballin like I'm Kobe
I see
you got that new Mercedes
I might let you drive me
crazy
You look like somebody
that could really
hold it down
You look

They ain't push with u didn't have enough Muscle
12 hour days every day u gotta Hustle
U was down bad they ain't show u that they Loved you
Now u got

're angry, if you're afraid, let me tell you something
I apologize
I gotta finish the speech kid
"Afraid" got help in it, see? "Aid"
If you take that "aid"