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bank account Jordan boxes ain’t no shoes in em
And the OG‘s ain’t respected by these new niggas
Will beat you like your daddy make you piss your new

Embrace :

Bring it by
In the sunlight
Let it shine
In the moonlight
Without the sun
There's no daylight
Candle lights in the nighttime
Let them

inexperience
You gotta be ready, there is a factor of obedience
Look
This perfect girl gon have you shook
Make sure you follow ya heart and don't judge her by

by close won't shoot from far
Big homie shows no face serves shots over the net Rafa Nadal
Girl disregard this platinum armour round my heart
See

heart, beating, used to be
Traditions and Christmas trees, attempts at carols carry through the breeze
From CDs spinning singers she’d want to hear
Frying

Like i just came from that warfare
Heart cold like fall air
They fake like they doll hair
But damn bitch I be rappin got degrees in Christmas presents

the pans and the pots and then I'm coming to eat ya
With a flow so sick, maneuvering through the beat
Don't tell me it won't hit cuz I'm shooting for three

Yea
I did something I shouldn't of
Coming from the heart on this one
When your coming from the hear you gotta be understanding it's like
Crunch time

but a heavy stepper few cans for a heavy sesher
Says she loves me now she's doing better
Just another lonely heart for a Sergeant Pepper
Just another

a song I got my Christmas tree lit up all year long
You got me smiling bigger than Cheech and Chong my heart banging like 2 boots in a dryer
Roll the dice

So-Called Chaos

Alanis Morissette

So-Called Chaos

2004

Deadlines, and meetings
And contracts all breached
D-days and structure
Responsibility

Have to's and need to's
And get to's by three
Dinner

her, while I stroke I choke her (I’m aggressive)
I’m a real nigga, can’t rock no choker (Real nigga)
Concrete shoes on you, don’t leave no floaters (Real

She slick, Slim thick
That's a bust down
Pour eight, Not two in my cup now
Big step in these shoes
I might step on em
How I clutch at the light, I

like summer
For my brothers and lovers who love it so easy to dump her
Orange and white shoes just like I'm in a jumper

I gotta hide me three bodies in

Pure Uncut

Master P

Lost [Bonus Disc]

1998

make you wish you 

hadn't stuttered. 

Verse 3-(Mystikal) 

Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM, 

that's that bastard, 

an as soon

your heart for no damn reason
Didn't matter what season, you were being mistreated
Baby, I need it, lying on the floor reading the card you gave me last

mitch match clothes
Unexpected but expected
Neglected by that respect shit
Fuck your perception
And it's Christmas and I ain't got shit
Fuck you and your

homeless people, make sure they always eat
Bring socks and shoes and coats to all the people of the street
Go to retirement homes, sing until they tap their

the windshield: greeted by the dial tone

He stays up and drinks in his misery
Hiding with the boxes underneath the Christmas tree
Microwave pasta, static TV
I

da sugar or da creamer
•slave owner he stay whippn shit, Tryna buy his his kids, some Christmas gifts, out here it’s unpredictable, you gotta move like

better
He tried to walk in my shoes, took a step and it melt through leather
And he tore his meniscus, hope he doing better
During his injury he got hooked

friends are my friends
But at the end of the day
They know I'm all bout the business
I'm trynna get them all whips by the next damn Christmas
I think Elijah

mo drank
I ain't wanna rap nomo
but then Christmas came
Mani baby
daddy workin
I Kant work for nobdy
Shit ain't worth it
Dnt say u plugD
u kant get it

a 150 then call a Nigga like we did it
We been balling for summers think you compare
You must be kidding me
My niggas giving 3s back to back
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