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the jewelry
Then run around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
kill you off spread remains around my verse
Bitch I got a man purse and I'm shooting first
I will up that Glock and put you in a hearse
Say what
You're
It's 9' 0 clock here on BBC 1
The Chronicles of David Beckham
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But up
Okay, ha! So we pop bottles one, bottle two
Bottle three me and D chilling in the VIP
With CC, Kol B and Richie
Getting drunk off of Dop-E
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
One the head fones is on fire this time around styles
My blood pressure up bear wit me
Last time ima tell theses niggas man, niggas can fuck around
Yea Ok
Arigato
Yea
Sush E
All the legends that paved the way
Arigato
Who you listen to beside yaself
Say a lot tho
And my homies don't play
THey some
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
i'm a believer
Believe in a A Dollar for your dream
A Penny for your thought
Getting cash getting C.R.E.A.M
Cash rules everything all around me
Don't
moss on a stump
You live at 126 Shifty Ave
And you got a beeper number that no one can have
Ya stick up behind catching by surprise
And you're looking
Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E
shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creation
MC's are helpless like Gadzook
une putain d‘cible
Be e mother fucking baus holla at your dog
chum nid schräg muetterfigger schüss mit knarre usem golf
hanen schade gsehne rot be en
une putain d‘cible
Be e mother fucking baus holla at your dog
chum nid schräg muetterfigger schüss mit knarre usem golf
hanen schade gsehne rot be en
How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking
like me
My nigga forget it
Written by Ebizimor David Biyere & Babade Adesanya
we build ourself
Don’t come around with the drama
Tryin to stunt our wealth
I got a couple hit albums
Bout to jump off shelf
And maybe that’s why I’m
American Flag
By Willpilot
Words & Music by David Patrick Ohliger
Publisher
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Willpilot Music 2021
American Flag, raise it up or burn it
Down.
Half
around then that's when my name turned into B-o-n-e
Up in the streets catching some waves like I'm boogie boarding
Taking a listen thought it was raining
Till I called him Baby Gangsta', he shut the fuck Up again
Nigga on some Eazy-E shit and he with Ice Cube
Nigga call me cold just like a ice cube Nigga
my size 11s and see how these shoes feel
I know as e dey tight me I’m moving with bruised heels
MAMBA shooting free throws and walking like who’s real
around
Elvis is dead for being fat, 500 pound
Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck he's buried in the ground
Jimi Hendrix and his amp still ain't makin' no sound
To get you and your homies in that drive by committing mood
So don't miss out on that
That'll be coming around 20 past 4 this afternoon
But before that
I
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