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the flo just dont throw it out by the sex I got her rollin poppin pills But she got me throwin dollar bills Pretty young thing with sex appeal Got my man
Vans Ich bin jeden Tag am Block, und verticke dort das Crack Young Kira ruft mich an, und wir maken einen Track Dieser Track wird ein Hit Fliegen
Back when I was a young nigga playing in the sand I had some big dreams so I made a little plan You was out partying while I was thinking in
bitches that sit right by the belt Ooh, leave a nigga swimming In bloods like Phelps, um Told the bitch, "Ride like peddling" And why you wanna fuck with
Like Joe loves dead votes His Family trees degenerate We the people have spoke You know Joe taught his son How to smoke that shit when he was young His
Hi! It's late, but I'm excited that you called Hit me when you, um, get to LA I will be in and out, but absolutely I'm gonna type my number in this
and folleys but naked strippin This one for the young nigga on The corner with a bomb and A pistol by his side he can't wait to use it This one for the real,
Yeah we took off to the beach Took off to the beach on monday um The cold night was so dark We hit it up a secret Cre' boy under the blanket sky
Long time since man has seen angels Like wait where Ok your bad now cool Young boy move like man a old school G’s I know said they don’t know you So we
spittin' that fire yeah I'ma rap mesiah yeah 나는 선택받은 자여 yeah Hall of fame like cy young yeah Hall of fame like 콰형 yeah Money long like iron man Special
of the swamp I'm the Loch Ness Chop this one up on the board for the young lord Beats and lyrics match house matches your spirit And rips your heart through
[Chorus] While riding in my Cadillac What to my surprise Young shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my game cold Brush all my teeth cause my whole
Vital andava a pé e achava que assim estava mal De um ônibus pro outro aquilo para ele era o fim Conselho de seu pai: "Motocicleta é perigoso, Vital
Sleep in a bed role of canvas No-see-ums feed on your ears Wind blows the dust just like buckshot cnd I ain't never seen it rain much out here Smell
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