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Trump I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve then he done 20/20 ain't good enough Rappers
Um actin' like a tiger 20 bails and show yo nigga 850 an hour Gucci mane and willie kid you silly bitch Da stupidest Critics try to rate dis shit
she gave me a 20 dollar bill I asked my ol' lady for a nickel people Lord ya know she give me a 20 dollar bill And I asked her for a little shot
can't go Can't be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me Cant you see the difference between us when I walkin' to the door Your twenty thousand worth
your train roll by? Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five. At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
its one-two-three strikes you in Twenty-five years of pain you know my name They wanna nigga to run and get hung High strung, so this pig can win
Tru G's See me and P and see See expeditions with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't
twenty million I be grabbing a flick? Or my four-hundred million dollar Fubu clique? Is it the, "In the House" syndication chips Popping two bottles,
run up on me than towards their goals My niggas still hit the club when it's twenty below Who you think runnin' this show? You saw it in me at twenty
Old number, so it bounce back Boi-1da got the bounce back Used to get paid for shows and Front door money, five, ten, twenty Hand sanitize after you
He was twenty-five she was twenty-eight He was homegrown and she'd just Pulled off the interstate She bought a Dr pepper ten Dollars worth of gas She
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses I'ma bring 'em to your town For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now 50 for a show and 20 for
choose, to do all the things you want me to do. Cause I said, 10 times 10 times 10, are the things you do for me 20 times 20 times 20, 30, are the things
Turn, turn (Pilfinger) (Ayy, Benjamin he got Benjamins) One Ten thousand ain't nothin' to me Twenty thousand ain't nothin' to me Council
lives, twenty-four, three-six-five Our human is equal, don't we all have our weakness? Hey Everybody makes mistakes, everybody needs that grace We all
Twenty-four, three six five Somos tan iguales En las debilidades Cometemos cada error Y hace falta Su perdón Cristo es necesario Cristo es necesario O
Once upon a time, you were twenty-five Walking up the aisle, you made the promise of your life Blinked twice and you were twenty-nine Singing
some Tom Ford, Dior, and Zanotti I got twenty whores inside of the lobby That Rolls a two door, it's still a big body Treat my niggas like royalty, we
Yeah, young Gunna nigga Young Pablo, Pablo, Pablo with me Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales Supreme gasoline, I can still
damn near to the floor Now when you step in my crib, you can lay on my bed with twenty-somethin' hoes (with twenty bitches) Clip so long, look like
single last one 'em got my back (we'll make it back, ay) Uh, ay Twenty of us, that's twenty goons (got twenty goons) And a ice cream whip, triple scoop
VVS diamonds, water my style 20 cameras, surveillance my house Government pictures, runnin' around I'm more important than the president now Why I
And nobody believes me Say, "I know that he don't need me 'Cause he made a little too much money to be twenty and sad" And I'll be fine without him But all
Yeah Lil' Purrp On me Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah She said, "20, won't you answer your phone? Been thinking 'bout you at home alone" Yeah,
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