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I love you little bro
I can hear the Angel's calling (They calling, They calling)
For your celebration of life
As Heavenly Tears keep falling
You
they're calling me the stag,
Thorns in my neck, they say they wanna see me get mad,
I ain't fucking with the trend if its a fad
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
Yeah, yeah (Check me out) That's right
(Check me out) yeah, yeah (ALC)
(Don P, Mac) uh
Yeah
All I got for these niggas
Is expletives and slugs
All I
69 Manor Road, Sunday morning
Dorothy be up but Jennifer be yawning
Rachel a get her hair braided, I spoil it
One side be looking like Don King,
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
on a mast
In harbor, by mischance he slipt and fell:
A limb was broken when they lifted him
And while he lay recovering there, his wife
Bore him another son,
ok pick up my bag and then I go bout my day
This lil 9 on me in all uppercase and
4 With a 5 next it yo bitch you know she stay round my waist
That makes me know that, we we we we're doin'
We had the right idea in the beginning
And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate
We
Roger, roger. Calling, calling, roger, roger, can you read me?
78-78-9, 78-78-9, do you read me? Roger, major!
This is Modern Talking spaceship
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
know?
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money,
troubles fade away
When love comes calling
He flew all corners of the globe to cities far and wide looking for that special soul
To sit right by his side
don't got no time for no breaks
Ive been finding my way
Finding my place
Yeah you say that you love me
Don't you lie to my face
Every dollar I make is 10
want to make a difference, I want to make amends
I want to do right by my people who love me, ease the tension
I need a Grand Theft Auto mission
I want
(V1)
This guy got me blushing
I think I might love him (shhh)
(It's) Been a few months
But I don't want to rush it
(Pre-Chorus)
He's blowing up my
the month of June
He was a gem in my eyes
Never been so in love and hurt
At the same fucking time
Got stabbed in the heart by you
Then I hurt you right back
Ren?
Mother fucker owes me a death star guess he’s too
Far away busy fucking jar jar binks so me thinks
Offended you are? A fuck I don’t give I’ve
know?
She keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone
She just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home
These days I don't answer my phone
Yea
Danzo nigga
Got the $how behind me you know
Yea
CliqueShit
Yea
I'm having thoughts that my generation is lost
See I lost in this battle inside my
black history is all I'm saying
Ah
And then there was Deja or Tyra Banks with Omar Epps and High Learner
Man, I owe John Singleton many thanks
He had me
make him fucked up He gon wish he Listened to his friends, but sometimes
love blinds us Kris and Jay were calling and Texting every
Day He loved hearing
the difference between us
Is easy to see cuzz I prey on you
While ya pray to me
It looked like he came outta hell
With that heat
I said that was sweet
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