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You gotta ask yourself how ill is this
Only my thug niggas feelin this
All in the clubs they be killin this
You love the way we rip a track
enough in this girl heart that I'm supposed to love in
Do I get the cuffing? Demons get the scuffing
Mask down with the stick straight to the death, I
a blessing
Better study the smith and I’m testing
Don’t be with the games but I be on my tekken
Only gon talk to my reverend
You get ya money from juggin
Wait
I feel my nigga he here with me now
We gon go wild
This how it sound
This how it feel when you not in the crowd
This is beyond anything youd imagine
but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my Punch Buggy sonnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who? (Runnin' who?)
Fuckin' punk, get
but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my Punch Buggy sonnin' you
Got you shittin' in your last Huggie, runnin' who? (Runnin' who?)
Fuckin' punk, get
Mislaid plan make a mess made
Damnation, let's play hands and spades
That's without, a boycott and a sit-out
Afro-Black pick in with a fist out
passion
It's a Thriller in the trap where we from
Baby, don't you want to dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson
I could give you
are living proof
You love on me initially
And the truth shall set me free
Your ways are definitely not my ways
Saved by your grace
Holding me in your
peace, with robes, a canvas of orange
Aura pouring teachings from the Pure Lands
Soaring
To abodes of celestial modes
Soundtracked, by Modal Souls
In
leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy want to pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up
move bitch)
I love how you makin' it jiggle when you be standin' in the middle
Let me see you (w-work the bitch)
Uh, gon' leave the lame you came with
taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere
W-Where'd you get your Roley from?
I do not know this don, where do you know me from?
Out here like the "Roll Deep" song, man I'm tryna put my Co-Ds on
I
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Eni da'le lo ba'le lo
M Bode is leaving with VisionScape o ye ko ba'le lo
You call yourself a teacher but your students failed in real life
Your brother
list(deep up in my heart)
I'm in a different tax bracket nigga you can't fuck with this(deep up in my heart)
Deep up in my heart I felt some pain I never love
know that I'm taxin'
I'm Ready to bump
I'm really bout action
You niggas be broke
You really ain't trappin'
Got in my feelings and got me a Glock with
This is my letter
I hope it reaches you in time
Put the blame on me
Keep telling yourself
You know it's a lie
My love letter
Baby I'm
Sitting with
'cause I ain't talkin' industry
I'm talkin' in the streets, twin Bentleys
I'm tryna be with you mentally before physically
Or physically before
"Your future, your future, I would tell to you.
Your future, you often have asked me.
Your true love will die by your own right hand.
And Crazy Man
in that water, couldn't help it not to shiver
Having deep conversations with the man inside the mirror
They tell me do the right thing, cause you got
you get some buzz they throwing love at you
Learning lessons from my losses so them bitches really W's
Rest In Peace that nigga Virgil you know we love
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
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