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Nantes

Nantes (, US also , French: [nɑ̃t] (listen); Gallo: Naunnt or Nantt [nɑ̃(ː)t]; Breton: Naoned [ˈnãunət]) is a city in Loire-Atlantique on the Loire, 50 km (31 mi) from the Atlantic coast. The city is the sixth largest in France, with a population of 309,346 in Nantes and a metropolitan area of nearly 973,000 inhabitants (2017). With Saint-Nazaire, a seaport on the Loire estuary, Nantes forms one of the main north-western French metropolitan agglomerations. It is the administrative seat of the Loire-Atlantique department and the Pays de la Loire region, one of 18 regions of France. Nantes belongs historically and culturally to Brittany, a former duchy and province, and its omission from the modern administrative region of Brittany is controversial. Nantes was … more »

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هذه اللوحة يجب أن تذهب, f*ck
I sleep soft in the night, dreamin' of bitches
Before I wake in the mornin', just know I'm stashin' my feelings
In the dark of the early hours when I get no rest
Eyes blood shot red, I dream of murder and sex
I dream of life without freedom
Somethin like what I'm livin'
My Queen just want love but I'm too damaged to give it
So I lay on my side, facin' the darkness that callin'
But the service is bad, voices are warbled and strange
Distempered portraits of anguish from the LA streets that laid scars on her psyche
And now I'm callin' her name but I'm trapped in a cycle of choosin' my Queen or a bitch
Or chasin' these dollars and hittin' this lick (Let's get it)
Yea
Neck frozen, beat the charge on God
Kuz guess what?
That nigga dead
Neck frozen, beat the charge on God
Kuz guess what? (Oh)
That nigga dead
Might leave the city in a hurry if you desperate for some peace
Tired of niggas flippin' chickens in your kitchen wit a piece
Coveting coupe DeVilles and regals wit the returns for the sequels
Babies cryin', women runnin', niggas dyin', these our kin
So if my address in the bity, Imma stay and help them
Extend a hand toward a man wit a blade behind his back
He sport a smile as he slash
Blood paintin' my shoes, shirt riddled wit slugs
Children snatchin' my jewels
Robbin Peter to pay Paul then pistol Pete up heat
I was tryna sleep, eyes fixed on the face of my Queen
She said baby, you need rest you been static all week
Tears set in my eyes kuz I know I'm too weak
Can't see a way to maintain, make everything peak
She replied do whatever you wanna, baby I know that you got it
Just please be careful in these skanless ass streets
Get some rest baby boy
Just dream don't sleep
Neck frozen, beat the charge on God (Neck is frozen)
Kuz guess what?
That nigga dead (Oh. oh, oh)
Neck frozen, beat the charge on God
Kuz guess what?
That nigga dead (He is dead)
Hit the court like I ain't did the murder
I ain't did the murder (We yea, We yea, we yay)
Stash the muthafuckin' burner, he dead
Hit the court like I ain't did the murder
(I ain't did the murder)
Stash the muthafuckin' burner kuz he dead, nigga

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