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think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
Telephone. "Maybe Bill
down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle.
I go big, or go home
Gotta put it on the line
Till your chips all gone go big, or go home
Either climb to the top or
You sink like a stone go big
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
M through with standing in line just to get the iPhone 15 pro max
It's like the bottom of the twelfth and I’m down by ten runs, and I'm never gonna
of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy, Ma$e, remix with the Codeine
Served K-roll to a lame ho, he gon' OD
Big
of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
call it
Shout out to all the haters watchin' this
Eat a plate of blue waffle disease
Drink some water with some AIDS mix
I got lines that Holly hookers
the underserving that went an die.
Drive By The Block.
Then I'll Go Grab The Lock.
Then I'll Case You in Box.
Best not Drive By The Block.
Bout get big
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time -
You can call me on another line.
Indian restaurants that curry my brain.
Newspaper warriors changing
he's Getting a blue
With this tool I shut niggas down Really do
Am franknstien nigga on the beat Am really Ghoul
And am never home too just know You'll
Blue striped lines steady heavy on my grind (Grind)
Bumping chino grande know that one song shine
And I'm quick to go back don't get out of line (Get out
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
The Fisherman
Once I went walking down by the river
Down by the river so blue
I saw a fisherman casting his line in
The way that the fishermen do
This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
The Demon, hes going up top; this could be dangerous for everyone involved here. Blue Blood is up, and hes down. Taken out by the flying clothes line. Demon
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
tumbling down
Yes close your eyes and hold me tight
And I'll show you sunset sometime again
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
dolla bill, McDonald’s
We be savin’ money without switching to Geico
A buck twenty-five by the twenty car pile-up, wile up
In the Wild West, get your
the casting call the line forms down the hall
all you need is ID that shows that you're legal
But people with egos, well you better not go
cause' you know I
By some pigs with too much time
By the assholes backin’ that ugly blue line
Oh, just go
Oh, just fucking go
Well, you better calm down
You better bring
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