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me
For burkins

I came from the bottom
I used to have nothing
Didnt nobody show me love

Got it out the mud
Made it by myself
Now I finally got bands

bitches sad
If I let you roll me one time, you better not bring the feds
Your bitch, she said she love this dick, she said she wanna try it again

I heard

love but you know I love you
I knew this shit was real the day that you got a tattoo
Im a real street nigga let me show you how the thugs do
I got

the top open

In the cold, nuts

From the city of Oakland

Don’t fuck with me

Bitch tell me what you want

When you from the streets

You can never let ‘em

How Sad Venise Can Be

Charles Aznavour

20 Supersucessos

of sleep
The gondoliers go by
But when I try to weep
I find my tears are dry

How sad Venise can be
When mist is in your eyes
And you can hardly see

most of
My favourite friends, bands, times, concerts
Where in the nineties, bro
Jeans cut with the 90's flare
Remember that shit? First love
I mean it'd

love with the gang sucking like leeches
I'm in my bag, signed to this street shit
Ten grand, yeah that's nothing much 
Spend a band on some Margiela's

Bands for donation
I love fast money for the grands got No patience
Ain’t no sitting at the house on the Couch I’m all in traffic grittin
Loud movin quiet

profile
Dem a cap while mi a check some house price (Ching)
Empty barrel jussa mek di most noise
Mi av sitn close by
If yo see mi don't try
Mi went shopping

come in, don't be scared
Revealing that the Jash is a
Mask with too much time
And far too much love for an old band gone by
'Cos this is a passion

Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep

Wolf Wolf

Three 6 Mafia

Da Unbreakables

2003

Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep

I walk down the street people passing me by
They look you up and down
But they don't look you in the eye
I'm just another stranger in my own hometown

And the book of Futurelations 9:22 said
From whence the streets she came
To whence the streets she shall return

My bitch she bad, she bougie like

a life she loves

She like to run those streets, come alive in the dark, I hope she's doing fine
I give it all, she takes, While I watch from afar, I can't

an object
Designed by an artistic hand
'Twas the costly layout of a hop fiend
And the fiend was my blue velvet band

Boys listen now to my story
It's the tale

It's cool
Tell me whatchu wanna know
I got bands that's just fosho
Tell me if you gonna leave when it's hard?
Tell me if you gonna leave when you

I drink tea and smoke weed 4 am in the streets
Never disappointed mama but I disappointed me
Yo I disappointed Kobe and I disappointed steph
No more

Police ride by
Think they here for me
I'm tryna get out the streets
Momma said is was the one
So I'm taking the lead
I should been in the league
But

on the marble
(Hey) smack them stars in the Wraith
Put 'em all in your face
Hundred bands for the bond when
My dawg caught his case
Wipe my hand by my head,

“And so, as the Occupy movement comes to a sad 
and predictable end here in Washington DC, 
we are here to look back at the confusing, interesting

ain't feeling complete
Fuck fake love they all for the streets
Straight to the bag and I'm moving the lead
Talk on the net got you knocked off your feet
I

and they plot on how to be me
But like Stevie, you ain't gonna see me
I'm in New York with my Niggas on Pike Street.
You in the dump still sad still beneath

eyes when he saw what I made a month
I love the fast life every time she get a man he cheat she live a sad life
If her hair is red don't gotta ask yea