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i'm workin' on YOUNGMAN with Paul
And i should have somethin' bumpin' by fall
And somethin' to see, a bump (diddley?)
Talk about good company
The men

me thinking, am I ever gon be better
Do I gotta reason, I got shit up on my mental
They promised me they'd never change

Thought you by my side I never

related/ the same woman lost her other baby/ over the same thang/ dont spend it all make sure u maintain/ you need to talk just hit my main thang/ be safe

a locomotive
That’s the motive, that’s a motive, y’all ready know this
Speeding through the highway in red Lotus
Got a bitch talk too much bitch blow this
See me

mind
Heed in time, speeding I'm
Flying by at the speed of time
I don't even need a nine
Empty sylabulls will pierce your spine
Peace of mind, Paul Pierce

you blind you can find a way
Come and take the mic, rhyming by the light of day
Til I ride out the horizon Imma say
Baby what you wanna do
It's been

to church
Letters of Paul? You better call him Saul like Bob Odenkirk
Old school - a good old boy with a new message
Money trees wilt - I'm here to teach

spotlight, gotta get em stretchered off
Too much zen you got the flim then I should feed you halls
Bar bearing he Barbarian he like Peter Paul
Let me switch it

(Hook)
I dont ever sleep,  im busy chasing commas/
Tryna get that money, give some to my momma/
While stacking up some money for my baby momma/
Yeah

down the hall, dang
It's Paul Wall, what you know 'bout me?
I'm on that five nine south lean, baby holla at me
Still tippin' on fo-four's
I at least got

I'm a new topic
Guess I'm up next got told by a prophet yeah
Back it up when I talk it
I been on the move like I'm out of the pocket
Out of this world

Thirty-four off every brick
I’m gеttin' off like Paul Pierce
Shoot niggas like Melo you know I’m all in
I’m the type to go to jail
For something that my dog did

your bitch in the Range, we switching lanes,
And I try to talk to God, cause it's more than a fame, But I always get distracted by these chains,

White-T, Nike joggers on, dog shit Ain't driving by with pop shots, we sending hot shit
Niggas Paul bearer, suited up, that's what the Glock did

can't take you out. 

I keep a pole by the seat I'm touting my beam I know they be scoping for me. Know they be scheming on me, so when I achieve, I'm

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Baby just give me the pussy, I don't want your heart
Tryna put a meal in my house like I fuck with Bart
And some real

granny, man, fuck the doctors

Pour it by the two, sip Waukesha like it's water Almost fell asleep behind the wheel, don't crash out like Paul walker

Need

tryna play with 5
It's gon be a homicide
Make his fucking mammy cry
Balling with no uniform
Piss me off I shoot some more
Baby 5 I love to door
Mooky 8 he

couldn't eat shit or sleep for a week, so I don't go through phones

Listen, baby, I'm just good for your hole, not for your soul
So like Marvin Gaye, let's

fuck what you heard
I got killers with Glocks in hand just
Sittin' by the phone,  just waitin'
On my word, uh
Rich off of verbs
If this rap shit don't

have her after
Ayy, bitch, I'm with the Hounds
With the Goonns
Ayy, I am not no winner, baby
All I do is lose
I got Ways right by my side
He up the stick

I go by the name
Giddyup
Beyond the music
Boy
She said she likes me
Shawty she likes me yeah
I know she wants me
I know she wants me yeah
The banny

Dip It Low

Christina Milian

Dip It Low [Digital Single]

2004

Christina Milian
Poli Paul
Spen Cow, baby

Says he wants you, he says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he

Writings On Disobedience And Democracy

Vinnie Paz

The Cornerstone of the Corner Store

2016

was mad that we got hit by Japan
Historians will tell you he provoked that shit
He told lies in attempts to sugar coat that shit
In '45 troops were