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Desmond Carter

Herbert Desmond Carter (15 June 1895 – 3 February 1939) was a British lyricist who worked with George and Ira Gershwin, Ivor Novello, and others, and also wrote one of the first English language versions of the notorious "suicide song", "Gloomy Sunday". He was born in Bristol. In 1924 he wrote most of the lyrics for the London musical Primrose, for which Gershwin wrote the music, his first commission outside the US. The musical was revived in 2003, when one reviewer wrote: "...by far the most outstanding contribution to Primrose is the comedy lyrics of Desmond Carter, who penned the words to seventeen of the score's twenty-two songs and collaborated with Ira Gershwin on four of the remaining five. Two among them, "Isn't It Horrible What They Did to Mary, Que… more »

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I ball. I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a ball every mother fucking chance I get. I ain’t gonna lie, leave your girl round me it’s a chance I hit. I ain’t gonna lie, I smoke like a chimney drink like a fish. I ain’t gonna lie, smoke competition have a drink to this shit.

Competition nonexistent, I call them niggas bottom feeders. You’re fucking with a shark nigga. Proposition all you niggas, who believe it’s a game I convert them into nonbelievers. It’s not a diss common sense, follow leaders model leaders. If a nigga gets defensive, the shoe probably fits him, obviously not a leader. I ain’t no score keeper. I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t no door keeper. Just know I’m on the floor, balling with the pros while the critics in the bleachers. If life is a bitch she a mother fucking keeper, I need her I need her. My money don’t fold, I like my bread flat like pita. When I pop tags, I go bananas like Chiquita. When I fly past, quit staring girl speak up speak up. My bad I’m moving too fast, well damn girl keep up keep up. I’m trying to get it in, go on vacation kick my damn feet up. Who am I? Can’t go on Wikipedia and read up and get the whole read up. Been beating beats up. Who wanna get ate up, who wanna get beat up.

I ball. I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a ball every mother fucking chance I get. I ain’t gonna lie, leave your girl round me it’s a chance I hit. I ain’t gonna lie, I smoke like a chimney drink like a fish. I ain’t gonna lie, smoke competition have a drink to this shit.
I ball. I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a ball every mother fucking chance I get. I ain’t gonna lie, leave your girl round me it’s a chance I hit. I ain’t gonna lie, I smoke like a chimney drink like a fish. I ain’t gonna lie, smoke competition have a drink to this shit.

I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t lie karma bring lies back. Naw I ain’t gonna lie, f*ck I gotta lie for? A nigga got facts, nigga run tell that. Niggas gonna lie bout this bout that. In the barber shop, let a nigga tell it he this he that. Reality in these raps, verses rock hard like A-1 crack. That come back. Minimum cut so you’re gonna get taxed, but you’re gonna come back. Send a nigga like me in to clean up all this crap. If you’re sleeping on me it’s time to wake up out of that nap. Sort of like Instagram, they follow me I don’t follow back. My post on Instagram, reads I’m a leader y’all follow that. F*ck them boo at Apollo acts, old McDonald raps. I got that shit have you wondering where your baby momma at. Nigga I’m in that, you got a problem with that, I’ll solve that I promise that. I ain’t gonna lie, this honest rap. Cross examination rewind it back, timeline in check. Mind intact don’t bother me while I’m signing checks, no time for that. While I’m with your bitch trying to figure out where the condoms at.

I ball. I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a ball every mother fucking chance I get. I ain’t gonna lie, leave your girl round me it’s a chance I hit. I ain’t gonna lie, I smoke like a chimney drink like a fish. I ain’t gonna lie, smoke competition have a drink to this shit.
I ball. I ain’t gonna lie, I’m a ball every mother fucking chance I get. I ain’t gonna lie, leave your girl round me it’s a chance I hit. I ain’t gonna lie, I smoke like a chimney drink like a fish. I ain’t gonna lie, smoke competition have a drink to this shit.

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