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Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
Lord have mercy, please forgive 'em, gone
Young Del God is handsome
Your girl, she's on ransom
She don't wanna come back
Cause you don't make her
then stopped for
A variety of reasons, it is hard to
Parse what might be going on in JLo's
Mind by looking at her face
But when Nicki launched into her
I haven't seen your face in a year
I can't wait till I get there
Just to kiss and squeeze and hug
Girl you know the rest 'cause they tell me
It
I haven't seen your face in a year
I can't wait till I get there
Just to kiss and squeeze and hug
Girl you know the rest 'cause they tell me
VILLAGER #1: We have found a witch, might we burn her?
CROWD: Burn her! Burn!
BEDEMIR: How do you know she is a witch?
VILLAGER #2: She looks like one.
You the shit say it! You
Don't have to be humble
Be like Ray J "I'm tired of being humble"
I'm not a cocky person by nature
Scaff, be cocky for her
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
your skid marks
For those skin marks
If you can't handle your kinks
Check this pedophile
Now it's getting a little touchy to conversate
You left her
I was up in New York City,
Just the other week.
You shoulda seen the waitress face
When I ordered sweet tea.
She said "we don't have that here"
And I
more
You stupid mother fucker
It's the vulture
777, I'm the culture
Brown eyes, pretty face, with a holster
Yo bitch could have a pic of me as her poster
the earth where my roots have grown so large
And i listen to her song for as im sailing through the dark
Charred and battered by the past is one story I
"They don't know what they have"
"They'll destroy them", oh u mad?
Culture poaching chieftain to flame
Disenfranchisement, you to blame?
Robbing one town
Maybach drapes
We gon' do this for Kanye, if you can relate, that's Drake
We come shootin' for Conway, Ruger your face back straight
A hundred
Skid skr whip serve to the kits then swerve
Bricks birds brown eagle chef jerk
Grip work, tings burst, everyman disperse
Pigs lurk on a frosty road
pedophile because that shit is crazy (crazy)
You may have your opinions, entitled to your opinions (opinions, opinions)
But really am I supposed to go
shielding of my building to protect me from the blaze
This granted access to southern parts of her borders (did you have her cummin'?)
Like the new world
had it
I was just a nigga in a high price whip
Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto
Well you better have extension
get
I'm scheming on her back, peeping her hips, fiending to hit
Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick
The type you want to pair
said I’m Bipolar needing zen
My pole stroking bout 2 Seed her with some twins
Savage really mean my culture ain’t da Same
Left her right quick in
minor we major
I can tell what you really feeling by your behavior
You mad cuz I'm sharper than a buck fifty across ya face with a razor
The rap Luke
was just about that time that
The lights of an old semi topped the hill
You should of seen me smile when I
Heard them air brakes come on, and
I
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
had it
I was just a nigga in a high price whip
Yea, I'm just a nigga with an education brought up in the ghetto
Well you better have extension
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