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of everybody
If you push me
Chopper bullets knockin' the letters
Off your Stüssy i got warrants in 4 states
They tryna book me
But I never turn myself in
I gots

on
Passing by every single street that I've been on
Passing by all the bus stops I had to sit on
Now I'm up like the Christmas lights in December
Hot niggah

out of cotton this
Diss Is not a wish list of mischief for christmas
Unlikely you'll be droppin' shit
But with your mouth you're really poppin' shit
So

three that were cool but I'm telling em
Never again or like maybe we do it another day
Know that we shouldn't but by the way
I have to block you as soon

Nandi by her arm
Julie and Phoebe scan the crowd
To see if anyone they knows around
Julie turns to Pheob and says, let's go
These things are always better

turn to home
The letters no longer arrive
When the air raids
End we bunch together
In our foxholes, side by side

We cannot see beyond the Volga
This

bitch, like I don't buy tickets
That bitch a bird, I'ma give a letter, fly ticket
I just observe,  let him thinking  they get by with it

They get on my

gonna let go

Her letters dried up soon after, on the far side of New Year
I knew in fact, no going back, by then the picture was clear
Susan left home,

smile
Personality, eyes, hair
Your hands and your feet
He'd take a bullet for you
To him, you mean everything
yeah, Marissa, Merry Christmas!
I've been

tannlegen min

English:
Verse 1
Trying to get used to the rules we live by
My friends are sitting home looking through the letter slot
Because they know i

God
Holocaust, Crusades, Zionism, Jihad
Ras Kass, God body MC
18th Letter, Jay-Hova, God's Son, and me
My freestyles ain't free
Impossible like one

in her breast pocket thought it was somethin' written in code
But it was part of a letter set
I'd got her for Christmas ten years ago I'd bet
She used

repeat it 
In the hopes that one day youll sit down and piece it all together
Man I keep losing the hats for my feathers
Keep it locked up in a letter

know I made you cold four months before Christmas
Jehovah is my witness, I didn't get a chance to smit her
But I ain't playing with homey unless it's

the one that I fall too 
How I met Rod Wave the same  week that I lost you 
I wish you could tell me te amo negrito 
And I could sit by you fill you up with

light
I wouldn’t get drunk and start a fight
I’d tell you how I feel
If Santa Claus was real, I’d simmer by the yule log
Drape myself in tinsel, drown

flooring
My verses banned like the shoes made by Jordan
Whipping in the kitchen just like Chef Gordon (Ramsey)
I remember days no food in the pantry
Now I

parents weren't too pleased
So I put their mind at ease
By gluing it all back on
Christmastime is here for all
But its not here for me
You see all year long

on the beat something like sign language
You can see when I'm saying my peace
Always moving my feet
Surrounded by packs of wolves and them boys is coming to eat

of those who stood for Jim Crow
By the letter

So you can not convince me that a man who spent a lifetime 
Swallowing the sermons of a guy like Strom

warning
For the youth
Im in my zone gettin
Myself together
I thought yall know better
Im so instella
Out of mind
To the letter
I stick to my guns
One shot

chocolate
And your hot kiss
I'll miss the cuddles by the fire
Like a present wrapped in bliss 
I'll miss the snowflakes fall
As we watch the weather
Oh, when

bigger than I am
I am merely a vessel
Used by God just to help you
Even when I'm lonely remember he never left you
He'll never let you
Down even when ya

your dime
check yes to love letter for one step better
so it feels like your forever mine baby

After my birthday
the rose withers away
after Valentine