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FDR the 30th, 1882, the year
Come February, Reagan, on the 6th, he came to be
And, William Harrison, the 9th, he'd join the family
For Lincoln, 'twas
the fall,things get lit
But by summer, you'll leave
I'm sick of the games
That these niggas play
They think I'm naive
Fuckin up my space
And I'm damaged as fuck
But
motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow
grim
I think that it blossoms
To new things
Deep in the brain
Campers are dead
And others insane
I'll carry the torch
But not taking the blame
Don't care
and check
This easy playa, songs you bump to on your CD player
Tiggedy tellin' all the sleazy, cheesy haters see ya later
Gimme the piece of paper with
right here, you heard
I used to be Jaffe Joe, I used to be Killa
I think I'ma go with something different this year
I'ma go with
Hook
J.R. Writer
I'm bout to hit the store, later I'ma hit you
Later I'ma hit you, yeah
Later I'ma hit you
Later I'ma hit you
I'm really tryna know, shorty what's
bars early whеn
I had that very last drink
And you said play that song
Called "Later Than You Think"
I was a fеw bars early when I went to make
Make my
through
The dusty streets of Italy in a cage
And later confined to a madhouse
Celine robbed, hooted at, tormented by
The French
Fitzgerald who finally quit
the country picks
D:Martin Van Buren number eight
For a one-term shot as chief of state
Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise
That guy was dead in
time? My n**** you just hidin'
Actin like a Trump get you dumped, I'm Joe Biden
Got it out the mud and I did it with no guidance, just perfect timin'
I'm
And rather than tell you how I feel, I'm gonna sing it for you, baby
I want to be loved by you girl
I want to take you by the hand and make you understand
And it will never done
Enjoy yourself
It's later than you think
Enjoy yourself
Why you're still in the pink
The years go by
As quickly as you wink
to Watts
But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped
Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block
Lock it up,
lord's heaven
Get your chest laid out wit the FM 57
You think shit you can do will do but nobody
But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
Spilling Henny on my Travis Scotts
When you've been hungry so long you embrace the feeling
Sooner or later Heroes gon' be replaced by villains
The apes'll
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
Wear a new one each song and doom you all
Some might say gimmick Maybe
Could be it keeps this psycho
From going full blown crazy
William foster with
I never helped niggas? How the **** you think they heard you?
Mutha****er's got a lot of nerve dude
I was the nigga believed in you spittin'
Had
And later, when everything's cool
We'll push them all into the pool!
All right Bobby, I'll make you attorney general Just get off my back
With Bobby-
of bitches
Think they could've made it this far
You can forget it
They don't make them like this anymore
They ain't built out of this shit
They're lucky
and shake your head at the news
Stop and think
What good are you if the youth never learn from you
Did you know
There's youth that know the weight of a fully
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in
First things first
Ok
Yeah yeah
Everywhere that I go another alias
To the core Carolinian
Flows in all areas activity
Activated by me in every city
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