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Malachi

Malachi, Malachias, Malache or Mal'achi ( (listen); Hebrew: מַלְאָכִי, Modern: Malakhi, Tiberian: Malʼāḵî, "Messenger", see malakh) was the writer of the Book of Malachi, the last book of the Neviim (prophets) section in the Hebrew Bible. No allusion is made to him by Ezra, however, and he does not directly mention the restoration of the temple. The editors of the 1906 Jewish Encyclopedia implied that he prophesied after Haggai and Zechariah (Malachi 1:10; 3:1, 3:10) and speculated that he delivered his prophecies about 420 BCE, after the second return of Nehemiah from Persia (Book of Nehemiah 13:6), or possibly before his return, comparing Malachi 2:8 with Nehemiah 13:15 (Malachi 2:10-16 with Nehemiah 13:23). In the Christian Greek Old Testament, the Prophet… more »

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Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah

Yeah look at my drip yeah
I got all these fake hoes hitting me up finna turn ‘em down quick
Cinnamon shoes don't wanna get no blood on my kicks
I don’t play around no more, get that bag then I dip, yeah
Man I’ve been booming
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Look how I whoa, hi
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Look how I drip, whoa, get the bag then I dip, whoa
Look how I nah, whoa
Look how I drip whoa
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Get the bag then I dip

Yeah
Don’t think I forgot, pull up my… pull up my sock
I got you shocked, oh no I got you shook uh
Coz whenever I’m paid, they always gon’ hate
And gimme that look, nigga relax
I’m checking my list, I’ve seen too many they switched uuh huh
Don’t drown in my drip, I get my cash then I dip uuh huh
Yeah crazy niggas down I see there (whoa)
What you mean asking me where I be at (whoa)
Send my shooter, aim it at your knee cap (whoa)
Crew state pussy nigga lean back

Yeah look at my drip yeah
I got all these fake hoes hitting me up finna turn ‘em down quick
Cinnamon shoes, don't wanna get no blood on my kicks
I don’t play around no more, get that bag then I dip, yeah
Man I’ve been booming
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Look how I whoa, hi
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Look how I drip, whoa, get the bag then I dip, whoa
Look how I nah, uhh huh
Look how I drip whoa
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Get the bag then I dip

I’ve been trynna get that bag man no discussions
Relax, all I’m trynna do is run it like it’s nothing
We back, and we ain’t going away no more young niggas tryna make that profit
And it seems like yall ain’t got brains no more coz you keep talking nonsense
That’s obvious
Don’t you see I’m tryna fill up my pockets
Jump up look at me sky rocket
Heavy metal on the beat I rock it
I dare a young nigga try and stop it
Hold on to the ball never drop it
I didn’t really have no options
I’m holding the whole game hostage yeah
Hot sauce with the drip nigga
Yeah lemme introduce you to a real nigga
That’s me Elizee at the age of fifteen
Told myself that I was gonna be field nigga
And nigga you can hate if you want that’s okay
But we never really care ‘bout how you feel nigga
Your opinion won’t make mills nigga
It’s no wonder why I never really feel niggas

Yeah look at my drip, yeah
I got all these fake hoes hitting me up, finna turn ''em down quick
Cinnamon shoes don't wanna get no blood on my kicks
I don’t play around no more, get that bag then I dip, yeah
Man I’ve been booming
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Look how I whoa, hi
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Yeah look how I drip, whoa, get the bag then I dip, whoa
Look how I nah, whoa
Look how I drip whoa
Yeah look how I drip whoa
Get the bag then I dip

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