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ist nich' der Washington Square
Ich töte auch (Michael) , diesen Hundesohn
Denn hier geht es nicht nur
Um Wiederholungen wie im Fundbüro
Ich nutz' nur

Cah it could be worse
Two G's or checkered squares
Which one does she prefer?
I'ma buy my mum a crib before
I buy a bitch a purse
I'd rather be inside

Hey there, Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away, but girl
Tonight, you look so pretty, yes you do
Times Square can't

T'es pas sérieux?
J'te passe un litre, tu payes même pas
J'suis sur tes côtes
Celles de ta pote et même ses potes
Tu connais l'square
Je tourne en ville,

Our chains got reappraised
Puffing on some J whose head is light purple
In Southside Chi loose squares
And tight circles
Fucking with these hoes

gonna tell me that you love me
Gave my boys my square and they
Still tried to bump me that was way back
I had to switch the game up
Now I got springs in

From a square to a slayer, gotta practice
I'm just sayin' if you playin' and swipin'
Then you layin' and you pipin'
An addiction that quite frankly can

breathing
Knows it's open season now
But she's too proud to plead with them
Akin asks them to leave
That they even came is hard to believe
Squares up to her

only serve it well
You can check the record books
You can check my record sales
Not bad for an Indie
Want square beef, then go eat at Wendy's
Now nerds

a bitch like it
Was your dog's mom
You think your circle's dope but
P dank know it isn't, though
You're all a bunch of squares
Like some sticky notes
I'm

I need is a tuba
Niggas squares, I'ma call them a grid
Might drag your grandmother by her wig
Got it out the mud, feel like a pig
Lexus coupe, riding

trop tard
(ouais) 
T'es pas dans les temps comme BlueFace
(c'est mort) traîne pas trop dans mon square
(nan) , tard le soir
Il s'passe plein d'dièses (ah

On jette la came dans les chiottes
C'est nous les gosses du square
On voulait devenir les boss du squad
Dans les cours d'histoire
Le professeur ne m'avait

le square
J'ai de l'or dans les couilles
Il faut me sucer pour le croire allez allez
Fais-moi croire que cette vie est belle
J'suis trop guidé par ma

vieilles branches
Les belles bandes nous
Recommandent en concert
Donc fumons tout le pollen
Et les vieilles branches

De la place Flagey au square des Braves

on the dresser
When we 'bout to fuck
On his square about Stunna
I'm his little baby
And drop a bag at the dealer
His and her Mercedes
Beat the pussy like he beat

square
I'm hopeless and I know it's true
Loving me ain't possible
I'm trippin' over obstacles
And melting like a Popsicle
You call me but I dodge your call

the square dance
Here's your chance
For a can of ass whooping
From the People's Champ

If you smell what The Rock's cooking

If you smell what The Rock's

People in the ghetto
Don't you know it's Death Row
(the squares, the g's, the gangsters
The thugs) people in the ghetto
Don't you know it's Death Row
(the

to this kid?
They said he was an outcast
(outcast) , a misfit square like a mousepad
Working in the kitchen
Listening to J5, while he did dishes
I used

nothing
Church and Times Square
A whole lot of nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing"
The Fugs were real poets with
Real topics to speak out
And through

'em prey upon that nihilism
You go back to square one
Every time you multiply division
And we too busy lookin' round at
Shit to find a vision
But I'ma

black squares on the Gram
Is we still here for it? That’s the
Question that I ask a lot
Do you act a lot or do you act a lot?
Say the wordplay gettin

life has gotten better
As the years come but of course
My dog's voice brings me back to square one

Deep down I, I found I
Found my way back home
'Cause