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codes and lingos
Hard to bite brah
Now we about to introduce
This to ya' curriculur
How that szound
Talk of tzown
You wrzong
If you think you iller
This
years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
-And Teddy, too
Or Peter or Stephen-
-Or even you
Ooh!
And then there's
And it will never done
Enjoy yourself
It's later than you think
Enjoy yourself
Why you're still in the pink
The years go by
As quickly as you wink
than all of y'all
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by the entrance
Re-turn her around gimme kisses
No burner I killed this you witnessed
Not
than all of y'all
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by the entrance
Re-turn her around gimme kisses
No burner I killed this you witnessed
Not
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, as if I were their own son. Their two daughters, Yvette and Helen, are more like my younger sisters than cousins. When you are part
some crack?
Than you did three days in a half
And then that fast you came back?
I'm starting to think you don't
Serve your full time in
Jail cause you
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
Beijing Biden
Words and Music by William Lake,
Verse 1
Beijing Biden IS A Chinese Bitch
They got him on a Special leash He do what Zhi Zhi
you exist you make the way you think is avant garde
If you exist you got a funny way of showing it
What happens in the afterlife?
These people think
sit in mansions bigger than some far flung Martian moon
So you think you can wait it out but everyone is doomed
Dislike the problems, but hate
prison cuz he can’t make bail
I should clip Kevin Hart, I mean he ain’t got no bread his bank account is weaker than Wendy Williams legs (how you doin’)
DJ
“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”
I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold
to know if you run the streets
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us with juice
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
See a person long enough
You know you bound to get fly with 'em
Care for 'em
Be more than 'hi' and 'bye' with 'em
It's been a while
I can't front like I
to tell me I've got a lot to learn,
Think I gotta laugh at your overconcern.
I don't try too hard, but I get by.
You sit there with your fancy cigar
You are not that contained, as you think
You as a person you can be possessed by
All these different ideas
You can be influenced by
All these external
bastard go and ask Shelly
I get gash by the hour gash by the ferry
Just cause you seen my face on the telly
I be titty sucking n fucking n cocking a legging
Chapter 1 THE PORCUPINE FROM HAMBROOK
William von Goldenlion is a very sensitive porcupine. He works for Guitback, the major industry in Hambrook.
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
DoorDash
You really think you fuckin' with
Hitman? You sure Cass'?
Diz', Goodz, Ars', me
How the fuck you gonna weather the storm?
I'm just judgin off your
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