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sold out
Before she even though of putting it out
And John, who was never the quiet one
Makes all his press contributions from his old songs
In tune, in

Castro

Kanye West

WHITE FRIDAY (CM9) [Only @ Best Buy]

2016

Cuban cigar nigga
Spanish chick, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
The double cross you up, eyeball
Castro, Castro, Castro

Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit

you you're amazing and beautiful
There's no Men without women
Why'd you think we go out our way
To buy fancy clothes, expensive colognes
We pick up

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

the world)
I wanna wake up from this dream

[Verse Three]
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah

make it (Woo!)
Then I woke up on a empty stomach how to win is all I'm craving (Yeah)
No school so I stand by every single choice a nigga makin'

[Verse 1: TLNTD] 
Call me Lil bro 
But no kin to me 
Lowkey you niggas 
My mini me 
I done bossed up 
And got enemies 
Why is you hating 
Ain't got

quick to judge
What we lack in speed
We make up for with the
Fact that we're packing heat
Check it, my swag level's at the max
Leave it up to a sloth

the urge overpowers me
To make this a diss
R. Kelly vibes, I'm just taking the piss
I'm picking up from right where I left on my grind
Taking this year one

I'm howling at the moon

I ain't got no fancy wardrobe
Just this shirt that's on my back
But I know that I can love you, baby
More than any other Jack

Woke up in my arms by the castle
Lemme be your pillar, make you cuddle like you wanted
Wake up day by day there ain't no fortune
Killers do get

Me and my crew in a little tour show 
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got. 
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on 
Till one by

2 Poor Kids

Ruth B

The Intro

2015

love, just love

He picks her up in a Benz but
My lover comes by himself and a dozen roses
He probably stole 'em
He's got a smudge of mud on his eye

could counterfeit
And we knew God had come down like Father like Son now
True from beginning to tha end Good from tha inside out

John knew what was up he

yeah John the Con
I'll con your dad and I'll con your mum
Wanna hustle like me, follow along 
Here's a day in the life of John the Con
I wake up
Tell

to run
John Ross he replied, with your men by my side
My head and my heart and my gun

The champion of justice he grew up to be abhorring the practice

end up nose to nose
By time we falling fast asleep

Yeah one more time

Looking fancy Right
I just wanna take you out and dance tonight
Hold you close

feeling away from me
If I wanted to I could get you anything in the world you want
Fur coat snake shoes and a fancy car
Make a pimp wanna smoke a cigar
I

fancy shoes but Ion dance
And everyday I'm touching paper bitch I gotta get them bands
Yup, yup, I'm punching in once again my mic fucked up
He was only

can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert

done
I've been cooking up this song, can we get along?
Pretty lady you're the one and I'm never wrong

Chorus (John Morgan):

Everytime you're walking by

Puff Daddy
Bad boy
我是吹牛老爹
Bad boy I’m Puff Daddy
身
边总是围绕漂亮小姐
Always surrounded by pretty girls
嘴上
叼个牙签
开个豪
车
With a toothpick in my mouth and a fancy car

a walk
Of shingle, and a walk divided it:
But Enoch shunn'd the middle walk and stole
Up by the wall, behind the yew and thence
That which he better might

daughter I love you.

We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep