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'cause my dick is hard and your ass is soft
Now that's a freaky combination
And freaky conversations
Lead into freaky situations
Like me
to handshakes drugs for papes
Now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no
Matter the size or shape
Those
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
need one of them good prayers
Trying so hard not to go there
I need one of them good prayers
To go to the Man upstairs
Because it's getting lonely down
And her friends wanna help but it's hard to tell her
Hard to let her know that her man's possessive and aggressive
And she can't even see it, but for them
the game (game)
You leave school, now you're makin' hella money
But some punks wanna hate
Man, the game is the game (game)
Providin' for your family,
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Man
It has been one helluva ride wit' yall man
But, like all other good things
Unfortunately it has to come to an end
You feel me, and here we are
Keepers of peace
And now I plan to do the game how these haters do me
Man this shit is all a shame they ain't spitting like me
Said I learned from the best
Don't be thinking you're that good at thinking
It's really hard to learn how to think
You have to learn how to divide yourself into several people
Aye Keem pour me up a little bit
We living good, we feeling good
Yeah and the money good and the bitches bad
I know I talk about bitches a lot but
finds it hard to get along
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man stealer but her favor's good and strong
She's
finds it hard to get along
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man stealer but her favor's good and strong
She's
you a sucker, don't try me
I be, high-key, blinded by the high-beams
Swerving, I'm nervous, the fed's tryna find me
Likely, I'm the first to up it like
burner
These lasers, a petition wouldn't help
What good is havin' shooters if they the type that miss?
Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive
burner
These lasers, a petition wouldn't help
What good is havin' shooters if they the type that miss?
Where I'm from, better be careful when you drive
St. Louis Starbucks talking about my new song
About your lime green panties you said you had them on
(Too good)
I smiled so big I let my fangs show
It
your man gotta shed tears
Mmm, you're gonna want me back
I'm sitting by the phone
Realizing she ain't ever coming home
You're gonna need me, need me
to dance
But she closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh
Said man's heart is made of wood
If I took you by the hand
Would it end up being no good?
I
of Ganondorf
Link, you're just a boy today
But tomorrow you'll be man enough
This hero's biggest rival
Is the cold hard bitch survival
Getting out alive is hard
What’s the opposite of a prima donna, do you think it’s
A player who’s chased by the papers and hates it
It takes wits to be faceless in this place
took off the seat belt
Yeah life is good
I can't love girl
And only her
I'm not an amateur
Had to shout
I'm tired of being tired
I want louis V
On my
get they shot
Hardship is but a phase (yeah)
Ballin' on that hard top
Know they hear my screechin' J's
Genius on that stove top
Work cut 6 different
the rooster’s legs by throwing his whip. Heavy clouds now darken the sky and a strong wind begins to blow.
Running hard, in a last desperate attempt, Leonard
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