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Gotta stay on the nice
List
All of that for the ice
Drip
Album soon like clock
Tick
Oh go
Hide the presents
On some psychedelic
Candy canes I can smell it

Johnny Blaze

Produced by Bvtman

Intro 

The grim reaper
Quick to give you all the jeepers creepers
This is special so adjust your speakers
If you

wave put it on or cry about it
PaQ just dropped his album everybody shouting bout it 
Put that chain on, hit a fuckin dance 
If we talking cash I need

You doing your thing
And now I am in Miami
You make a hit album
We doing it big we've got money
Baby
Miami man
Miami
Du skulle vært her med oss
But you

I told Clark we hit the studio we always spin
I'm just going certified like ovo u know we did
I'm not really worried bout that door to door we goin

World's Most Hated

Yukmouth

Thug Lord: The New Testament

2001

bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable
Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe
My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow
I

Listening

J-Live

The Hear After

2005

At the building refused
My girl left me
Roberta Flack said
Never you mind
Love may lose
But at least you tried
The wisdom hit me in the eyes
And I almost cried

holdin' Christ
on a platinum chain, surrounded by ice
Sinister Cyrus, you can't deny this
Because the lightheads
Brokin' and tokin's been replaced by legal

to pray & here it goes
Man all these fake as bantu rapper get exposed

These niggas hoe's, wooo
How they get beat by

The king here, tell these wannabes

Sold Out

Dorrough

Get Big

2010

Ha! Yo!
Man hol' up (Ayyy!)
My car went from ice cream paint to fruit roll up. (Yaa!)
They hatin' on me, So what!? (So what!)
The game I'm 'bout

(You own that shit?)
Smokin' monogram, drinkin' Spade, emery, rolled it
Golden bottles ice cold, this part of my life is a bonus (talk to 'em)
I got

Man I'm better
By myself
I don't need nobody else
Work hard
Til the albums
Hit the shelf
Gordon Ramsay
With the wrist
Sauce God
Now they're
Calling me

the game by the pimp from Hempstead 
now I've got the ice money that's baguette bread 
I pay the haters no mind and forget them

Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally

And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't

Stuck my nose to the grind stone
Checking off another milestone
Making hits nothing through the strike zone
Who woulda thought with this refined

son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word

why I'm just playin it cool
to all the girls who used to dis the Maes
say I could have been like Ice T's wife
on the cover of the albums 
with gold

Foxy Music

Beginner

Advanced Chemistry

2016

das neue Album?“-Fragen
Und du fragst mich, wie es Jan geht?
Ich frage mich, was dich das angeht
Ich will hier weg, ich muss pissen und dein Telefon