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Killing these niggas in all black
Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast
Bad, it's two, it's not even nobody bad as you (oh yeah)
Come on,
As I am not bothered by these Zakus and Goufs
Still an OG, Master Roshi
Girl's outta this world so Mihoshi
Whip heavenly like a mikoshi
But I stay hungry
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Yea yea yea yea yea! KRS-1 coming through
Big Zack, Last Emperor wOOP WOOP!
Ha ha that's the sound of EMS
Ha ha last Emperor, KRS
Ha ha big Zack you
the world," I woke up with my dick hard
Big dog, big broads all in my circumference (yeah)
Pussy on lockdown, I don't handcuff it (no)
Sippin' Grey Goose
in love with the wrong one
She fell in love with a sad guy
Get me wound up she so high sprung
She fell in love on a bad night
Don't hold it against me
At the bad art
Hung up above my
Bedroom Bed car
Put me on my way
I'll leave everything behind
Let the whole world pass me by
Now im on my way
I'll need
He painted the canvas black and white
We flush the tux to have a casual night
Pumping fists for the radical rights
Flying magical kites in a land
a bad mood
Fix it by eating cat food, is that rude
You the type to quack on the peen screw
Hold up, hold up
What the fuck does that even mean dude
You
tons
Heavy load I came to tip scales
Deadly raw I came with Fish scale
Perico no this a big whale and
Its ready go bro this ship has sailed
Becky knows
Big homie telling me all of the shit that he did when they locked that boy up in the pen
He had some time to himself he was trapped in a room got me
Little light guys with little white lies
We takin' out cash and flippin' big white pies
You rather run wild with your 9 mil. slant
You watchin'
girl)
I feel amazing, lets pop a bottle ye
I gotta stick shift, that make ya go zoooooom
I got the big bills, count em in the sun
And a white chick that
New York (uh)
One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
No place in the world that could
to do it
Let me demonstrate (Ughh!)
Duck no smoke got raised in fire
Been on top, let me take you higher
She a throat goat got to make saliva
Plain white
Cartier
Sunglasses, you bought them Cartier, part of your shade
New Louis tracksuit, bought it in plain
Rolling big backwood, exotic plane
Big backwood get
Foot into my crep
Big emcee by the end of the prep
Big emcee by the end of the sequel
Big emcee by the end of the set
I don't mess with them man
Them
you're breaking up
I've got a bad reception
I've got crap connection
I'm just gonna get directions
Stop at the intersection
Wind down my window
To speak
black, white, Latin, Asian, whatever
We all go through pain
When you can't think, use your soul baby
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict
read,
My cup full blowin' on that good weed,
My bitch bad tryna get her tipsy,
In all black haters better miss me,
My bitch ride better then most
was an axe murderer
Plain and simple
Mr movie book big shot big time was a bad boy
The clowns were the only ones
That ever knew this"
Together, we
The room smells like fresh hand made tortillas
He recognized the tattoos of a real big Maui brother
Known for bad news when his cash rules
Are you familiar
blessed
you are the only one that don't make me bad
I feeling blessed yeah
I'm here for you so u can call me anytime
you're the best human in this world
Big bl@#ts staying high
Never getting tired
Money on my mind
Ain't no lie
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