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got to say
Moving on. MacPherson music type of day
Weed breath, Avalon, Nuemann thing
Botany, seed sex, hybrid eggs
By myself or walking in with
Well on the Fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
we were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
and Six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful
at the bar
With a lot of extraordinary men
Dear Baba arrived with a turtle
Which shattered us all to the core
The Grand Duke was dancing a foxtrot with me
When
The motherfucker was informed by a rat
Slash player hater
A faggot that's vexed 'cause the lucci is much greater
The way to survive, got to come alive
In '95, duke
Well on the Fourth of July 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New
Oh I come from Pittsburgh to study astrology
She said as she stepped on my instep
I could show you New York with a walk between Fourth Street
ever clear might need to chase it
Oscar De La Hoya have them bobbing I'm weaving a gang warriors
And we mobbing the streets with the same old boys that
and my Grand Old Earth goodbye
[SX] Cool, I guess we're splittin
Is there anything I'm forgettin?
Let me check my room, oh yeah there goes my
dummy's wit fame, nobody standin' out
It's a few gems in the dirt you gotta hash em out
Same old kid from the Jects I feel like Noriega
Convos on a Jet wit
Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.
[Superb of American
got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Real hustler
Just wait till my phone ring
Clocker not mickyle phir
My city where the bright lights
King of New York
Rip frank white
Dice game head
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New
(Huh?)
She lowkey fat, she must've thought her hair was edible (Damn!)
Bruce looks like Jackie Robinson tryna hit a grand slam
He got ass thrown on him by
increased by 24 percent
And 31 percent for 12 to 17 year old's compared to 2019
In late June 13 percent of surveyed respondents said they started or increased
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
niggaz gon' speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
the boogie nights
X native living the boogie life
Take a breathe release and scream out
Bx Bx I'm rep'n the boogie like
Middle fingers in a New York fist put
That new york grove
Mesmerized by the bounce get high by the ounce
1 band 2 bands 3 bands can u count
We gone drink run uh tab till it all run out
grind
Niggas better give me mine
About my funds, top down ready for the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma
York
Boy, ain't nature fascinating
When youse gotta walk?
Still, it's a fine life
Carrying the banner with me chums!
A mighty fine life
Blowing every
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