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Mid-November
One-Hundred-and-point-three
Have yourself
A Merry Little Christmas, baby

I hardly ever leave the house
I wish that I was back
In your

all day, don't even own a script
Up at the house kicking back, me and Capone we lit
Watch that Rollie gliss, it's hitting off the fucking clock
I think

people leave u feelin that way
I hope its cabernet in Somerset
I hope you thought away the feeling that
That I was something cold but I was flame-fed
They

Finna hop on that jet yeah, high as fuck wit' them pigeons (high as fuck wit' them pigeons)
Drop a bag at Somerset, ion fuck wit' no Lenox (fuck wit'

the noise
But not like Susan Collins
With a quivering voice
I got a boisterous mouth
The rap game Portland Press Herald
In flannel apparel in the oyster house

Winner Circle, this Detroit where anything is possible
Got it out the bag, I'm a made man house and the birbs was the game plan
Street still talking,

back
Just left up outta Somerset with all new
Got the cartier buffalo horns too
Christian and Dior yea yea
I been grinding all month its time to go off

Peeling Bark

John Wesley Harding

Dynablob

1996

wanted to be with her though his excuse was lame
I was going that way anyway
Her flat in a house it was three miles out
Right next to a train track and he

In a field in Somerset with mates from the canal
There’s Nic and Dani, Jase and Vik, Gavin and his girl
Spencer with the straw-bale house, Bezzie

stylish
Me and my boys is fashion designers, we got the city behind us
I got the touch like Midas
Somerset Z: PG's finest
Glory to God in the highest, we up

on the big screen
Only got blue hundreds, nah, none of that shit green
I need all the drip in Somerset I'ma buy it out
Ain't know if I want your bitch yet so I

You might see me at the crossroads/ you might see me out at crossroads/better yet somerset,I’m shopping to the mall close/baby I like all hoes/short

frighten fi boy wid face weh tough up
every light haffi when dem ting yah buss up
nah wait til it dust up
and since you bold and you think Somerset a cricket

burnout
Ain't getting shit for free she gotta pull up to the perc house
A member of the team, he ain't a winner then he not mine
Warrenbaby dope as hell,

the yellow
Yeah, she finna show me kitty, but at first she sayin' hello
Walk in Somerset and lock up everything I see
I'm sheluvmaxxx lil' baby and I'm who

Lil' pretty bitch head down
Know I like it trife bitch asked what I am
I'm the number after ninety-nine
I don't go to Somerset no more
Can never find my

unky, boy
He bound to shank you
At the scam house, feel like Jerry
This the stackhouse pulled a Lamb' out
Cut the traction off and spaz out
Three-five