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end up with the same fate that Tommy got
Pull the Tommy Gun out and dumb out, R.I.P. Mazaradi Fox
I'm way up, still my sweatsuit is Russell brand

Jump in the whip get on the road
270 nah this road rainbow
I'm fearin these shows
You fearin the snow
You passin a Ford
I'm passin Toad
Lil Burm Lil

before
My heart's way too cold like tomb snow I know she know I don't trust love
Shorty you been playing, why you moving like that?
Baby I'm just saying

pull up makin' snow angels
U cant sit around me, I be in another tax table
Hun jithe asi jande, Hunde charche
Gaddi paundi raatt, Jive golian de khadke

face and talk shit on the low
You can trust and believe, if you speaking, I know
He got shot in his face, why the tag on his toe?
I come swinging that P

suspect you still can feel

Walt Disney or Hanna-Barbera
Black or white, stunning Technicolor
Warner Brothers and the A.A.p.
I've become addicted to TV

Don't cry no more, don't cry no more, don't cry no more, don't cry no more
Snow from the bottom and we can go build from the ground up
No I ain't

the snow
Every verse a hearse, I tend to send shivers
Your falling off like your shingles, you get added to dead rappers in my garden
Just like hot pepper

an apostrophe, me and God smilin' cause you Mini me's, really Siamese from this P.O.V
Lookin' through Odyssey my shit been a novelty, I'm not a spinoff boy, you

ratchet bitches on me, Oh man
Old man, old man
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no
When it's cold, know it's just a little snow (Oh, oh)
Melt it all if you really

Understand where i'm coming from
Game dry finna storm it up
Locked in the crib tryna make me a M
While they think that i'm hoeing up
What after me ?
R.I.P
She

soul that she know the real
Besides the weather, niggas never even seen no snow for real
Juggin' out of state, but in the city, we be on the still
I'm

Huh, yea, yea, uh

Neck on froze
Fist on froze 
Ball like a pro
I got your bitch on the lowest of lows 
The coldest there is walk in and it snows

original name
Oh ok 

I ain't new to this latin
Trust me you'll get flattened 
I'm writing this 
While staring at my view at Manhattan
Don't need P to hold

bike fitness
Cah I ain't got no time to waste
In the sun or in the snow
That typa way
Get it all type of ways
Hungry belly
Still put noodles in

if I want him dead, I knock him off
Fuck the opps, ain't no worries, we hold 50's and hold 30's
He'll be dead by 4:30, we'll turn his brains to a snow

it's O.T.O. before I get it started
See my brother Zeek and R.I.P my brother Brian

Boy this luxury shit for all them niggas with them pounds
Tryna get

the P an threw some shake in
Had a trap spot with the safe house adjacent

My shooter pull up with a hockey mask he feel like Jason
I can drink the wok

to the plug, he keep this shit comin
Stick and move in and out, give and go, keep it low
Either way, that's how we comin

Five P's, keep it street, we gon' eat

and we
Need the snow bunnies

Walking around and
You start feeling comfy
Gotta check now he
Hitting the dougie

He yapping and saying the
Artist so bummy

killing over weed, I don't even think they want no bread
Imagine what they a do if I put P on yo head
Nina gotta beam & I'll bleach up them dreads
If it's

Or there could've been snow on the ground, but it was hot
Back when I learned how to lose twenty pounds, but never even work out
Now I run for miles, and I

of poisonous black snow...
It's ok but you all gay if the boy just an asshole...
Bitch jump if you feeling Tadpole...
Ish...
Random but I think they rig shit Tad

gonna build a case
My P.H.O.N.E it never made a shake
Like I got a light like I'm waiting for a ghost to face
Waiting for it, I'm heading down headed