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and ran it for me
I let Ollie take the owl, told him brand it for me
I get two million a pop and that's standard for me
Like I went blind dog, you gotta
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
name but I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just
chickens, you the bait, you a dead man
O-O-On Bouldacrest, right by the Texaco
So Icy WalkDog, 1017 Eskimo
Just like a spot, Poolie told him, "Let him go"
just wanna take you home
Start a little romance
I'm your number one fan
So I grabbed you by your hand
Ask you can I be your man for a night or two
Let Me
smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
stance switches
I told 'em radio edit
If you want the shit I've got, you'd have to get it on credit or dead it
Fucking bet it on black
I used to jack
ways and action manifest in my way of thinkin
I just can't stand around and do nothin
while my people sinkin
I told you that I stay true
bye
So much smoke In the sky, ya bitch wanna get high, so I told her, "fly"
Like damn, girl, you so fine, oh, my, lemme slide by in ya timeline
But just
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Aw yeah, we 'bout to fuck 'em up
Nigga, right now
I ain't miss shit when I lost you
Know it cost a grip for
the brains of our youth
The brains of our youth
Working nights just to get by but
I can't lie I'm getting so tired of
The same shifts been on the same grind
town in a stolo like it's rented
If I ever told you fuck you
Bitch I meant it yah
I've been geekin' out my mind
On rodeo in lam
Drop a gear punch
’re
Coming from is that true?
KW: yeah, correct
JK: So we did a sketch on the show where
We had - you did an interview with
The BBC Radio and it was
fit where they don’t sit near
With big ears so look here, ya’ll gon’ see fear
My mama told me ‘boy go and get one thing clear’
That’s the vision yup
like a gangster, but I don't bang
I gank suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He don't deserve it) Hell nah
So take it off your neck
Cause
the swamps
So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
Now, I smoke the Maui,
overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack
the science of radio astronomy
Making nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
Oh, but I digress, you play sorry, I play chess
King's pawn
the science of radio astronomy
Making nobel prize winners question their notions of reality
Oh, but I digress, you play sorry, I play chess
King's pawn
Welcome back to Spark It Up Radio. I'm Mr. Fantastic, aka The Voice
Before we get into it, we gon' pay the bills. This show is brought to you by
know, which isn't awfully convincing
So I said to him, why don't you take this pocket cassette machine and walk around the block
And get a bit more
the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
Serotonin
told
Still ask for cash like he ain't told, that shit so bold
You don't want that issue, grab that tissue, foenem wipe your nose
And I don't get high
nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you
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