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sis she fucking everybody bro
She’s a Homie hopper
All my homies fucked ya
She’s a Homie hopper
She a homie hopping hoe
She ain’t only slobbing Joe

Hip-Hopper, Cripwalker
Wou ehner Shittalker, TikToker
Snapschickendi Dicksucker, Opfer wo Slips rocke

Si sy Pisser
I muess si disse
Si sy Keks, si sü sich

locked

Oh she mad cuz she ran out a juul pods
Got no patience cut you off like a coupon

She a homie hopper
So i call her frog

I just wana bone
Guess

hopper opp og ned
Som ingenting er for døvt
Kjenner du rush rush rushet(av ropene I rommet)
Kjenner du rush rush rushet(at det koker I blodet)
Kjenner du

hopper opp og ned
Som ingenting er for døvt
Kjenner du rush rush rushet(av ropene I rommet)
Kjenner du rush rush rushet(at det koker I blodet)
Kjenner du

by yourself so be lit dude
I'm going off of the Richter scale
On a new wave Leaving a trail
The road to success can lead you to fail
Being an Ass can

detector
Fuck a gas mask, 'cuz that won't protect ya

Ya can't make decisions; blind discernment
But that's somethin' that I am not concerned wit'

Be wary;

Sacrifices was made by the realest woman
I wanna tell ya I do notice the effort you put in
And know I ain’t always the child that you tried to raise

address them.
Hook(Dubbygotbars): Lets address/They Elephant/ That’s sitting in the room/ I know I/ Am Better then/ I am better then you/ So we could settle

ARTHUR:  Well, I AM king...
DENNIS:  Oh king, eh, very nice.  An' how'd you get that, eh?  By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated

told me stay down and now I got cake just like Debbie
1 Of 1 Authentic dripping like Nelly
She was sure she was pregnant my dick in her belly
I got up by

trash, I put her in the waste bin (Trash, trash, trash, trash, trash)
All this time that I am wasting
All this time and I'm still pacin'
On my grind (Okay,

Kickin' 4 Brooklyn

MC Lyte

Lyte as a Rock

1988

and the music and all the good stuff
That makes your life worth livin' for
Respect is the crowd, the crowd that I draw
Never am I dissed, and never ever shall

I'm to afraid to lose her 
She buss that hookah
On her body like a luffa 
In n out my life shorty think that she a hopper 
Choppa gon do ya 
Bring it

Maybe im old school
Pterodactyl
Wont be led
By the stressful
I DONT LET THEM CONTROL MY JOY
But de facto
I get trapped doe
Make all the nums
And the stat

man, real shit
Bro it's 3AM
You take drugs, Danny? (Everyday)
Good, so what's the problem? (I don't know)

Mi Casa

Method Man

Blackout!

1999

of death
Poly wanna biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay

am
I push you away, still you won't let go
You grow your roses on my barren soul

Who am I, who am I, who am I
To be loved by you?
Who am I, who

like the stooges, or goddamn musketeers
So come on Hopper Bob, it’s time for another round
We’ve got some hell to raise, and good times to go down
I know

I am flexing, baby I am flexing
Park my whip, Then I pull off in an X-Wing
See your phone, like baby who you texting
Playin' games, like how you

every night with night terrors, I did too much
Summers gone by too quick
I'm downin' all my Nesquik (Up, down)
(Down!)
Downin' on my mood, had to get out,

in the form of a crosshair, I am armed to the T
I put on for my city, I take off for whoever
think I'm soft for my job of rappin, go back to clappin

konko car
You taking shots? Bongo bar
I dey fit to shock but trolling is mandatory
How am I the laughing stock
Who’s taking inventory? But I never worry

saying fresh is wack
Banging Sik-K playlist tracks
Shoutout to their bingsu and their chicken too I fuck with that
Streets of Ste-Cath, not a bar hopper