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Lewis Carpenter

Lewis Cass Carpenter (February 20, 1836 – March 6, 1908) was a U.S. Representative from South Carolina. Born in Putnam, Connecticut, Carpenter attended public schools before moving to New Jersey, where he taught school. He was appointed State inspector of public schools in New Jersey in 1863. At an early age he began writing for the press, and was connected with some New York papers for several years. He went to Washington, D.C., in 1864 and was employed in the Treasury Department. He studied law at Columbian University (now George Washington University), and after graduating he was admitted to the bar. While in Washington he was also employed as a newspaper correspondent. He moved to Charleston, South Carolina, in 1867 and became editor of the Charleston Cou… more »

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(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!)
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!)
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!)
Back in the day 
I knew I'd be stunting
Just left the bank 
I'm counting blue hundreds
Trapping out dank 
I found a new hustle 
Strap to his brain
If hhe owe me money
Don't know her name
Bet I'm going to f*ck her 
Just for one day
I swear I don't love her 
She f*ck the whole the gang
I pass to my brothers
We her fucked her 
You kiss where we nut in
You fucking disgusting
No strings attached
But I say what she do
Make that bitch move like a puppet
I'm hitting the gas
Just pushed the clutch in
See my crew the clan
But you get no clue when we rushing 
My nigga strapped
But please don't assume that they gunning
They whoop your ass 
Thwn Lew push the button
Check your computers 
Yo, Lewis is buzzing
Search me on SoundCloud
Spotify, Apple Music or
Google or something 
I'm getting zooted in public
If we talking weed
Then I'm moving a ton 
And If we talking lean
I'm filling my cup
Mix it with cream
I'm drinking it up
Just popped a bean
I'm feeling this bitch 
Snap on this beat
I'm killing this shit

Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)
Y'all got me (Aye!)
Y'all got me feeling my shit (Aye!)

That 44 glock 
Make him look stupid
Extendo clips 
The size of a ruler
That chopper big 
The ass on Juli 
Aim that shit at your modula
Now I'm bussing quick
Like I'm fucking Juli
Young carpenter
I stay with the toolie 
No this not a drill
I stay with the hammer
No flexing for camera
That glock got a drum
Just like a band bro
See I'm the man bruh
No funny shit
When I walk through 
These niggas stand up 
I keep some weed in a jansport 
I got the game on clamps bro (Locked)
I got the game on clamps bro (Locked)
I got the game on clamps bro (Locked)
I got the game on clamps bro (Locked)

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