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smile
Cause I tell you, ain't much as flattering
As a grasshopper tryin to smash a teacher with a battle ram
I ain't made, always been a fan of flashbacks

it i pay 4 your mini bus
Work your skills your style not fit enouf
Coconuts wit the leather chuckz how duz it feel
Dat your fans are proud of every bit

perfect, watch it when she work it with no hands
I got plans,stack 100 bands, people in the stands, and they fans
Singing every song, and they coppin merch,

that's a no no (No no)
He going to see the texts that I sent you (Sent you)
And all the different places that we been to (Been to)
(Yea)
By the way, where

Muscle rock shall return
Behold the hammer
The hardest of rock, the toughest of roll,
The strongest of brews, it's what we know
The fans

always. And if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by

his mans, up on fans, yeah, we with all the bullshit (watch that nigga)
We sound like T ridin' with a full clip
Lamb' truck, Ram truck, my youngins

bara skog och slätt och någon by ibland
Så ställ dig nu i hörnet så att du inte stör
Den som är ett fyllo är inte nån charmör
Det finns saker här i livet

ska inte skämmas vart man kommer ifrån
Men ibland så undrar man vad fan håller man på med
Sådär vi tar det lugnt nu följ med vi tar en rundtur
Tar inte

cuore...mangia il cuore! Per questo io non ne ho più

Musetta
(Marcello mi vide...
E non mi guarda il vile! Quel Schaunard che ride! Mi fan tutti una bile!
Se

Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch

[Verse]

The game so shady now, rap is on the spotlight
And I'm doin' just fine, I did a lot to get by
Rappers Nicholas Cage, they see me they

Near Extinction   written by Gizz Butt (c)2002

Did the Berlin wall come down for nothing?
Do kids in shanty towns worship Michael Jackson ?
In

trapping smoking on gas,
(drunker than a lil bit)
Walk by and you get a whif
Nigga tryna pitch
When you tell me what you want I’ll be back in a jif
And I

steady smokin my pain 
More groupies , more critics  
More fans it’s all part of the game 
Had to dumb my rhymes down 
 Fuck it  guess it’s time now 
Don’t

in the Wrld
(Huh)
You got niggas dyin' less than 25
I'm the dust like dope that got blown by the ceilin' fan
Stinky attitude wit my RUN PLK shirt
My

Lisa
You got to do what they do or they won't release you
The fans may greet you, but you can't look them in the eyes
I guess your hustling features was

nightclub canary
Like a turd on a ceiling fan
Twist and shout like a girly-man

I'm hired by myself
To lie for a living
To sing like a canary

Not

a million
If we worked and ran the race
We'd be sure to find our place

Time went by I was flyin' high
Poised to reach the top
With an agent and a manager

Spoken word by fans, bands and friends

don't really make no sense

بتشوفني past the fence
I’m riding in my benz
عندنا only fans
You’re happy making friends

بس baby by the way [you fell]
I

I’m In The Twilight of A Mediocre Career

I’m In The Twilight of A Mediocre Career
No Screaming Fans Yet I Persevere
My Songs are not sung by

cap selfies, fans they melt
My products fall right off the shelf
And just when I'm startin' to feel myself

It's a
""Could you make your waistline

my skin
Feeling dry but I take the high sights in
I'll get by with the right kind of swing
It's all good, the way it looks from within
You get shook,