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Celebrate at the rave
Then fuck all night
Tell me how can we lose
I’m too into you
And you give me good job
No interview
Commit a sin or two
In the Bentley

Koopa it's been a minute fool,
but the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know, and I can lyrically give you a interview

Born and raised
Southside of LA
What’s the deal though
Mesmerized by the gangs
What’s the deal foe
1:00AM Western and Fig
What’s the deal hoe
Ten

I'm on fire like a stove
I make hits up by the dozen, egg carton full of those

Girl, I really don't know what it is about you
When you turn it around,

This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they

with no narcs, I can't fuck 'round with no narcs
Baby bottle and it's dark, I remember serving carts
Had to hustle, made my mark, selling acid by

mmm
As tannins in the mattress
Indicate that I'm late
As I rush out the door, she calls out
By the way, baby

Fugu, give me a kiss
Let's banish those

Damn ya bitch she eyeing me
She said I got the juice
Put down the guns
Let's get it with the twos
Fuck it this a quick draw
I ain't going playing by

ain’t let em slave you, did it your own way
Instead of quick change you ran ‘em the long way
In every interview you gave us knowledge by the stock
Get

Look I go by the name of Leezy right
And it's kinda funny because
Look I'm still into you
I know you was probably thinking something else but just

for the lies of the enterprise, yea the evil side 
Grab many lives that'll compromise by surprise change sides 
Don't be hypnotized open up your eyes

Gun ins Gesicht

Du willst ein Interview? Fick deine Mutter, Bitch!
Du willst ein Autogramm? Fick deine Mutter, Bitch!
Mein deutscher Schäferhund

at 2:00

I stepped to the window to hand my papers in
Your interview's tomorrow, be here by 10:00
I said I need the money to pay my rent today
Don't you

yaara by a r rehman
Musicallity pechan ur yahi jake chatege fir 
Eminem ki gaand
Par Chaar botle vodka koi b karega chote

Khane ka kaam nhi hai ryme

Ma shepe fun e mothafucka  tulę tu
Ma catch u  tilę ba ti shu  gan
cnd i'll pull and shoot 
Use to call me an accused
now they want the interviews

LYRICS – GOLDEN LIKE FLEECE

(Interview about his Grandma)
|CHORUS|
LET ME TELL YOU – LET ME TELL YOU LIKE AN OG TOLD ME
NEVER QUIT ON YOUR DREAM CUZ

lost
It's all a blessing
This for them interviews
And them burning questions

I think I'm better now
I think I'm healing now
I think it took a minute

wanna answer questions
no not at all
I don't want no interviews
Bitch this ain't no letterman
I know I got closed doors
I could never let 'em in
Who they

Niggas snitching dropping statements in them interviews
I'm too rich to get the posting the subliminals
State to state i'm crossing boarders moving

turnt)
And we gon step and spin until he meet my brothers
Like Let's put an end to dude (Let's go)
Ion do no talking I don't like interviews (Don't like

a crazy claim
Even though there's video published by the government
Straight from the Air Force shared with the public
In the New York Times and it's got

Shorty tryna vibe
It ain't a surprise
Getting to a bag
Know I'm outside
If I'm ever down bad
Just tryna see if you
Gon stick by my side
What's in our

gon' have to write my sentences
But these more than synonyms, this shit could get subliminal
No interviews, my interview could take the game and feed

an interview
So done with that interview, it's stuck in the rear view
You closing all the doors and the windows
Shut out the world when you feel like it
Too full