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I let Ja Rule when I murder ink
Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think
This Queens prodigy is the product
of the diamond, ostensibly forever, even though diamonds can be shattered or incinerated. Above all, they’d have you believe that this is all born out of tradition,
celebrity I keep your name hot in them streets
And it's that little glimpse of light that makes that diamond really shine
And you already is a star, but
celebrity I keep your name hot in them streets
And it's that little glimpse of light that makes that diamond really shine
And you already is a star, but
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
there's no one left and knowing
You can't trust your family
You turn inward cause you yourself yeah you can never ever leave
But what happens when that's
I fire on ya
bishop, knight, or rook?
bright as diamond
some'll find it rough
to just rise above
‘cuz I got my shot lined up
dot is
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
Now don't stare
Your parents should teach you to dare
Picking what I'm picking, cos I'm good at shipping
What you tipping?
Was this all how it was
Let's go!
Your time is running out, I'm talking here and now, I'm talking here and now
It's not about what you've done
It's about what you doing
the Nicki
Minaj perfume that comes in
Miniature busts of
Nicki Minaj she is not here
For your gender-studies symposium it
Is not her job to tell you who
that phone, cause I wasn't gettin lined
I blew up your spine right on the FaceTime
Ain't give you a dollar, not even a dime
Your bitch is a fiend, she
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
wave, keep your corner paid
Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave
Me and Screw you, what you wanna do
Let me come down Po-yo got his crew
Got
to hit that pussy in Paris
Girl, your mama is overbearin'
Know she always, always there
Got my diamonds on, embarrassed (let's go)
Got my diamonds on,
I'm slowly growin towards myself from what the lord had hand me
Wishing our shipping became true, yet that ship sailed
Put inside a mental battle, yet
a foreign speed racing (skrrt)
Diamonds all white like a racist (ice)
Fuck that, only like blue faces
Heard you lookin' for me, find me where the cake is
on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
I'm comin on down jammin
admission of who and what we
Are together and the guttural knowing
That this is right, " she says
The Disney star has been leaning on her
Bf a lot recently
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
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