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Im makin' major shit simple 
He Hope to ride a ripple but
This wave just might kill you 
You Clean off my old bristles 
I'm not sure about this shit

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

or be another blackjack
What, G? Top three niggas, know Krept is
Ain't old school? Then you probably won't get this
Madman Femz had it out all reckless

skin
There's a million places I would've rather been
Families young and old are gathering
Now the victim staggers in
Things are getting tense
The crowd

I been abused by this cold, cold game (ah-ah)

Early breakfast for you, I got somethin' special for you (somethin' special)
I'ma beat that pussy

Hmm
This year is gonna be different
I ain't gon let 'em destroy me and try to ruin Christmas
I gotta hit Mariah Carey or somethin', she got it

This that bad man energy, brother get your facts right 
Cash rule everything around me get your stacks right 
Knowledge reigns supreme got my head

it silent, man
What goes on inside the mind of a man
Who stands there chewing gum like Charlie Tweeter
You see how hard they treat her
This shit is

here to air out dirty laundry Weak will clear out
This me sending a flare out from a small deserted island
Golden Girls on the mic you Blanch and Rose

there selfs  like you this
A ritual I'm sacrificing this
Nigga came clean and said shawty told
Me herself she didn't want it period
Or that night my nigga

playin' tough
You call her diamond in the rough, I say she like it rough
By this nigga, that nigga, Tom, Dick, and Harry
That's a Tyler Perry scene, that's

year old mouth
c white-face scaring pre-teens in their nightmares is a clown
Disinterest in scientists and unimpressed by activists
Idk but feel like

It's not the easy answer 
I know, I know 
And I'm sorry that I took you down this road 
But I'm going to do my best to get us home 
Haven't we known

Gotta do it by any means
Forever putting on for the team
You know it ain't a thing
We winning Charlie sheen

You can tell I'm different breed
From these

shootin' breeze
Gabbin' reckless
Craftin' lines with Johnny Cash, Charlie Sheen's, Glen Campbell's blessings
Fix my glasses for a second
Letters from my

dread
My homie dead on the floor he fucking bled

You know that im always trying
Putting up with all of this lying
I can see you u stealing and supplying

try to give one
Just serenade the viewers with the voice of Charlie Gibson
"Live from the White House, everybody listen 
Dissentin' opinions ain't

in the furnace
And that ain't even scratchin' the surface
I'm back, I emerged with a passionate thirst, kid
Stand and observe this man with a purpose

Hey Al, you know I gave them folks no chorus, right
I don't think they was just feeling me all the way through
So this is what I'mma do
I'mma call

up, I gotta get right
Yo bitch give me them legs by the end of the night

Outta mind outta sight, now we on the way
Nigga tried to Okie Dokie, but he

I’m in a mood
End up with a little bit more then a wound
When you get shot by harpoons
Get tied in the boot
Fire in the booth when I’m on that Charlie

I come around

Oh shit
I remember living by the ocean
Mama always taught me to be open 
But to never show these hoes your emotions

Now a nigga never

do, huh
I trapped and it changed my life
You trapped and all that you got was blues
If I don't OD or get killed by a weapon and die of old age
Would

in this ride and this beater's old
Hope big man took care when
He greased this pole (Woi)
Pissed that Lorraine stopped beatin' stone
I swear to God,

You Gotta Survive

Tom Robinson Band

Power in the Darkness

1978

out of my misery'
Charlie had to give her his blade
Streets full of slavers on the rampage
Wild boys running by the score
Weeks without eating