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sucking my dick, (My dick) she sucking my dick and my best friend record it, i'm
Pulling up with the gang, bringing out the forces (huh?)
Killing all your

I'm just trying to make a presence
To buy my nieces some presents
For the record this the record
I ain't need to leave a message
Don't believe in

a record in a minute, that's how my day go
Subscribe to this game. Unsubscribe from the lames
Weed got me high, feeling like I can fly a plane
Working so

And we almost there but we not yet
Record another project I'm tryna be a prospect
Every single move
They always gotta clue
Like who the fuck is you
But I

Jg golden boy produciendo records
Dimelo sonico multi fazetico sony make records

Las chicas me buscan y yo ando metiendote mente a ti
Las party se

off for that record
You can get your vinyl cracked
What a thought breaking records
Man this shit is over easy for a nigga making breakfast
Paragraphs I

put me in the trunk
All I wanted was to be a rap star
And I knew my shit was up to par
I couldn't get a deal at a record company
Ever though mutha

Get to the microphone and I eat it up like a savage
Deliver the package, record drop, I'm more than the average
You couldn't salvage your lyrics, I'm

my 44
Got a psat record could give a fuck who know
Catch me wit a plug it's a grand for a bow
Furthermore I'm a fighter and I love to throw a blow

And to set the record straight
I've been keeping it too real
Since like 1998
Running laps around the ops
They can't keep up with the pace
We so far ahead

day 1 made sure all my niggas ate
I been outchea setting records just to set the record straight
Yayh 
Runnin up this munyun til it ain't none left

on the side
Of the precipice 

Like the paintings on the wall
I just hang and gather dust
While the record player turns
To a song I've never heard

Completely

is, the greatest all around
Sauce it all up, give it too the city
Counted all the bands, add it up to fifty
Is that Atlantic Records? gimme gimme gimme!

is yours what's yours is mine from the 
Finest whore to a gorgeous nine I record I rhyme but really 
It's all facts I just talk about my life

Hey, are you there
I just got home
And I'm all alone

You see I was thinking about your song
So I put your record on
And I closed up all my blinds

and Walkin' After Midnight
I remember your hands in my hair
The way you smell so good it isn't even fair
Like a record I'm spinning but going nowhere
And I

hotel I'm feeling so close ta God 
Go up to the roof just to mingle with the stars
Uset to rap in da streets, Record it in a car...
Felt home in

screen record that (Record that)
Where they do that at (Where)
Throw it at me I receive it 
I fuck a bitch with my sneakers on
I fuck a bitch when I need

to the sound

Lost in the beauty 
There's no average day 
Settle into the music 
Hear the record play

This rising sun is
My reality 
All I know 
this Voiceless

records
And recklessly ripping wrappers
To shreds its just the beginning
Bet I'm gone be a legend
For the record, forever I'll be asking for forgiveness
For

Back to my old ways
When I used to rap and didn't wanna get paid
When I used to write and record all-day
Before I had to work a job just to get paid

I'll relax to explain then it's all aboard
Peace up in the sky or just wave the middle
Ain't no acts in the facts that Yung Leg records
Pick up where I

tone
I'm plotting off the records
To get my life back in mode
Stocking up the prices
I don't come cheap
The years of experience
Climbing Jacobs latter

to yourself again Nick? Haha, fuck man...
Ch-ch-ch-chya, ay
I feel like (whoo!), I feel like...
Who the fuck feels good? It's that Duplex
Ay... for the Record I