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Chopping cotton and pushing plows
And learning how to give it all we had
As life went on and years went by
Saw the light in daddy's eye
And felt the love in
huh (blaow)
Why you punch me in my face? Stay in ya place
Play ya position (uh), here come my intuition (uh-huh)
Go in this nigga pocket
Rob him
huh (blaow)
Why you punch me in my face? Stay in ya place
Play ya position (uh), here come my intuition (uh-huh)
Go in this nigga pocket
Rob him
in them cages
Don't you get in my way cuz you ready know how my aim is
Turn all my street niggas to some king's Lebron James'n (Aye aye)
Woke up and I
the best of opportunities
I’m just 'tryna be like Lebron James
'Tryna be like Lebron James
Be the author of my own fate
No pointing fingers seeking solace
In
I see the pink and the white of the love of my life
And the deep deep green that all children bring
Or the coolness of my eyes
For Allah has given me
I see the pink and the white of the love of my life
And the deep deep green that all children bring
Or the coolness of my eyes
For Allah has given me
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
with the rabbits
I rubbed my eye and pulled out my whole eye socket by accident
My parents became crazy and got angry at me
They dropped my laptop out
James DeBarge]
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they
Started spotted (?) I don't know why
Turned my back on an awesome party,
to fast I'm crossing up your
e-e-eyes
Hi my name is Solo but you can also call me James Bond
007 is less than 11 not hard, erection
I fought a teacher cause
Anger is a specialty, don't let it own my entity
But if you keep on pressing me disaster is the recipe
Rest In Peace to pops, not only once but twice
Had
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team, I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never
places where my roam
Places I can call home
Places I can get stoned
I just want to be alone
When I'm feelin' in my zone
People want to knock me down
places where my roam
Places I can call home
Places I can get stoned
I just want to be alone
When I'm feelin' in my zone
People want to knock me down
was always sliding
He get in trouble
I'm in trouble
I was right there by him
Actin up at school
Calls from the principal
They being funny
But I'm
the person
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't
the cell
I hope it gel
Climbed out the hell I got heaven
In my pinky nail
Paradise in a clipping
Peace we been missing
By your lonely scrolling
So Milo what
Well, I wake up in the night now
And don't you know I think of you?
It's the fire in your eyes
It keeps on cutting through
There's nowhere I can run
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
a good hick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street and live by the rules (in
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