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money but don’t make it fucking do you hoe So keep your soul, trynna reach your goals Wake up and work it, that’s only way we living tho I’ve seen it
don't like that you don't go to church And I don't like that you just working, you just coming home, Working, eating and sleeping And going back to work."
my meat Fuckin' yo' bitch, and she playin' my song on repeat Her knees get weak, I'm fucking yo' bitch by the end of the week Uh yeah I don't got no
just trying to be, I don't know Someone I wasn't I think we're both a little guilty of that Don't you? You don't want company by any Chance? On your
me a call A call or a text Shoot it to me By the way, this was Matt Hey, Cory Um, just wanted to call because, you know, I'm bored and I wanted to see
before I met champ /spot lp duel or punch /champ from 46 they found slump /by yankee stadium /if we build to destroy they did Um like they created um
you got at the crib My n***** are home We can get um' all in the whip Whatever you want Oh you just trying to get you some ahh Get me alone I'll have
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Negocio fechado com triple six
Tu traz mais umas que um gajo ta fixe
I don’t even feel this streets
Cuz they turned cold
Im
by power But my Daddy Spirit holy Yes He holy Yes HE holds me But He don't owe me But I owe Him Ya'll, I really got my Master's peace He made me
Wir“ Text u. Musik: Martin Heide 1. Wir streiten um Geld, dass wir nicht haben und machen uns Sorgen We fight over cash we don’t have, full
a tune I need it to generate hype Um, let's give Chipmunk a feature" That's funny talk if you ain't fam I don't rate you as an artist Know that money talks
the back while I'm leading by one up Fight with your fist don't be pulling no gun out They always a mess they my children my nana Clean up your act you're
any kind of scene in, uh, London. I used to go out and play my guitar in the streets and sing things with um, passin' the hat 'round. I remember one
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
fallen And i fallen I fallen I'm rolling Roll roll roll roll Go go go go So so so so Só mais um Diferente de quem é comum Eu ""tô"" fazendo questão de tá
stern EPAs the hood Ya probably get robbed You act to good Once lived a little boy Who was missed By another little boy With dreads in his head Me an you
that shit through the tints Watch um tryin' parody she don't fuck with scrubs, I call her TLC She got good dome, I call her Tel Aviv Chain up on my neck,
a kiss So yo, so I blend in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich
You keep calling me like I was really gon' answer, like (Sorry if my words messed with your head) I done told you I was sorry, and I don't even
just keep shit simple Cana-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? No Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick Lay off and stay off
just keep shit simple Cana-bitch don't want no beef with Slim? No Not even on my radar, so won't you please jump off my dick Lay off and stay off
Boogie Down Produc-tions Jump around be the one is the function Tim Dog, why don't you show em a little somethin [Verse Four :] Tim Dog Baby baby um
Everybody creates their own, their life They create their own um, meaning to it Um, and that's the beauty of it Don't, you don't come in here um
Laugh to the bank, I got silly funds I like big barrels, but they mini guns And it's really fun, oh, um Really in her throat, um, throw some Really I'm
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