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Baby we have been here a million times
Baby we have been here a million times
I'm sinking with red flag, red flag
I watched you
Gag lot of guys
I
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
out
I tell ya that (love's gonna get you, love's gonna get you)
Because a lot of people out here
They say, "I love my car" or "I love my chain"
some baby ima buy it
I'm with my brother now who you gon slide for
Know you feeling doubtful
I'm the one to die for
Acting like you know some baby you
feindin', feindin' through the night like a crow boy
Need for speed, it's Turismo, no slow boy
Eight degrees when we kick it in the North Pole
Mortal Kombat
out
I tell ya that (love's gonna get you, love's gonna get you)
Because a lot of people out here
They say, "I love my car" or "I love my chain"
To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom
And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn
With ninety-nine others
Eight Chinese brothers
Okay, settle, settle, settle, settle, ladies and gentlemen, settle down
Okay, so, this next brother we're gonna bring up to the stage
Usually does
Basedheads coming through looking for the plug
Now, born and raised in my area
Beautiful by day, by night its hysteria
Fuck around and bury ya tonight
Ridin'
make a lot of mil', yessir
Rap to me, it was the holy grail
I'm gonna go and do it, I'm never gonna fail
Yeah, but first I gotta make it out of Hell
I be puttin' a lot (red flag, red flag)
Red flags, I be puttin' a lot (red flag, red flag)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
brother Ja'far and
He cursed the rotten Thamesians
Enlighten despots pursuing
Tactics Machiavellian
Chinese still preceded Europa millennium
Think about it
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put yo' face on a fresh tee
all is that we are bonded by the First Amendment!
We have the freedom of expression!
We have the freedom of choice!
And you, Chinese, black, green,
you"
And whisper "That's why yo baby's ugly"
My wallet cost five hundred
It's filled with seven ones
And a dusty condom
I got from robbin' my brother's
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
Pretty Jamaican kept doing his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
owe the store bread, not tryna take advantage (nah)
I really fuck with Ock, he always get me right
Chicken wings and rice on them Chinese nights
your type (your type)
5'2 and wear my jeans real tight
My curves they swerve so superb
My word is my word and I came to serve
We run this (run this)
We
shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like what
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 truck
I've got the magic stick, I can go
episode of Dallas that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have
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