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C o n e l m i e d o a c o r r a l a n d o y e l p r e s e n t i m i e n t o d e s e r v i r d e c a t a p u l t a L a s n o
Baby, I got you open wide 'Pen wide, 'pen wide (ayy-ayy), 'pen wide (ayy) Ah Shenseea O-P-E-N, if you bust quick Mi ah ticket yuh for speeding Only
let me camp Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man Own damn house flossed out big
her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man Own damn house flossed out big screen man I bring
a damn fool, gotta crib she'll let me camp Make sho' her niggas stay filled with them food stamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D E-N-T, do you know what that mean
that So many wanna see me, and time is money But never in the P-E-N yo Welcome back to Viet-nam, California Ain't a damn thing changed so let me warn ya
up trying to Be the best MC'en now let me In i got my Key in and with Them alphabets I never use p-e-n But I got a lot of paper, but a Lot ain't enough
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T Quick to tell a nigga she don't need him for shit I could never let her pull a dollar out her purse She pulled up in a skirt and she left in my
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, what's happenin' Realest nigga in your town In the club looking for the baddest bitch around If I catch her lookin' at my eyes, Imma do her If
for your spine I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, do you know that that mean? (Nope) I can keep all my money from streams and shows and sellin' tees Just a white
a damn fool, gotta crib she'll let me camp Make sho' her niggas stay filled with them food stamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D E-N-T, do you know what that mean
and the games you play N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T (N-T) He say I'm too independent but I'm just being me (me) My watches don't tick-tock 'cause my time ain't free
N e s s e n a t a l e u p a s s o a í S e u p r e s e n t e j á a b r i M e u c o r a ç ã o t á a q u i S e v ocê n
I'm up tryin' to be the best MC'in' Now let me in, I got my key in And with them alphabets, I never used P-E-N But I gotta lotta paper But a lot
-a-c with the p-e-n [Chorus] This is for all my niggas dats goin' threw da struggle that's on da grind All my niggas that ever had to hustle to get
The Kid do it big like P you N 'Cause I'm nice P A see with the P E N an' I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey I'm a hustla, I'm a, I'm a hustla, homey
I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t do you know what dat mean man on damn house Floss out big sceen man I keep da game runnin' man what chu gon do for me man look at her on it come
with the V-I-P E-N-J-O-Y your life You don't live twice relieve your mind I'm just P-A-T-I-E-N-C-E P-O-S-I-T-I-V-E Yeah that everything gone be alright
to O-P-E-N They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins Time is all behind me, this
let me camp Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man Own damn house flossed out big
motherfuckers from the P-E-N-T-H-O-you-S-E) Players Clique Tweetey's in the cold room, Freaky's in the studio room I am in the livin room, and Hammer's in
O P E N and consciously aware of my surroundings. Wally I'm getting energy -golly gee as if I'm solar powered it seems like every now & then I skim
she call, it excite me (uh, uh) And she know I'm so hood, still yup in my white tee I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, she know she so B-A-D, yeah A-Z-Z, yeah
P.E.R.E N.U.K.E en MME sur MW2 Je veux rapper mieux que dans MMLP Elle elle m'aime pas Son gros cul dans mon plasma Envoie des N.U.D.E Que je montre à ton
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