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nigga out here disrespecting missed the message
Misunderstood like Mr. West was in the Oval Office
It's niggas hating I don't know about em'
I snatch

good, so I told her to swallow

I ain't comin' with no Mr. Man, best believe we all though
Had to step on that gas, best believe I pulled a throttle
How

jones
"You'll be loved by the millions
And great at your task
But no one will see who is under the mask
Cover your face, Mr jones, my dear
It's hot

that I bring
Cats don't earn the shit that I burn
Lil' nigga standin' tall and be firm
It's either us done with them or get served
Keep tryna align

Paramedics flooded the scene,
Right after I heard loud booms,
And loud screams, 
Please Mr. Trigger don’t suffocate me,
Because the smoke in my

leg, now he paralyzed down
Like a beyblade, we spinning around
Like, lil nigga I'm talk of the town
Big MBL, brought that shit from the ground
Like

(dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (uh, uh)
We peel his head with lead 
My lil' hittas slide like sled, nigga (skrrt)
I drop bread on your head,

Rock
Rock

Mr. Butane
Mr. Rock and Roll
Don't you leave us behind
Come and save our souls
Resurrect me
And make the dead man whole
I'll keep the fire

the Louis V backpack (backpack)
They know I hang where the dawgs at (yeah)
We know you hang where the rats at (rats at)
I'm a big dawg, lil' nigga, I turn

when i see you in pain
Dead smile
Watchin' the world die in flame
Give me dead smile
Comin' to the face of death
What's up lil guy
Wishin' my enemies

I'll holler back

Hardwired for this shit, one, two, one, two
Gangsta Grillz (Gangsta Grillz)
Yessir
Ayy, Drama, haha, I told you, nigga (Mr

What? Henry Smalls! Grah Grah Boom Nigga
Everything Dead (Your too slow)
Every opp shot ahh

I got the pack i'm finna smoke it like that
Pull up you

'm about to blow) no romance without finance, we dead
You're all
I need
To get by (Johnny Blaze)
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow) knowledge, wisdom,

a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are

the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'

Catch In cnd Get It
They Look ct My Weed Under Stash It Lil Niggas They Don't Got The Passion Forget It
I Just Gottah Feed From MY Passion Lil Winners We

bitch, this one knock your head off
bop yo head to that sukka shit, you gon'e get, droped off, smoke that nigga by his keyboard, and made him log off, mr

play for the jazz 
Bitch I’m bout my cash I need that money call me mr krabs 
He was lacking so my man got em yea ik u mad 
He was drilling but he got

shit

Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her

and I’ll do it by my lonely  

Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby  

He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.  

Want him dead

Suicide Underground

Air

The Virgin Suicides [Original Soundtrack]

2000

understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon,
A math  teacher, had produced such beautiful creatures. 

From that time one, the Lisbon house began to change.

shine
every little soul must shine

mr rabbit, mr rabbit
your eyes are mighty red
yes bless god i'm almost dead

every little soul must shine
every little

feel like Mr Neat
300 grams on my neck
Now I feel like Lil Reese
Double U, that's double V
Shoot shit up when I'm with Leaks
Kwasi Skene google him

me get him
Got him
Spin the block
And leave a mess
Had to tell Lil Jayoo stop shooting
That boy already dead
And the streets gone cold
I'm wondering