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ain't work out for em so they try to turn to trappin
He got robbed for his lil pack they took his gun yea he was lackin
None of that was workin for him so

dont give a fuck about your rank lil nigga
I dont give a fuck about no face card
This shit like a graveyard
He got hit by that drac lil nigga
My shooter

and run
Cause if I don't, I'll be squeezing the trigger on this loaded gun
The curtains open, the show's begun
Lay me on dead roses when the show is done I

What's the world coming to
Away out y'all running to
Mad because he bought a gun or two
Y'all need to talk bout something new
Talking politics is

Rose of the slums rainy days don't matter I put my lines on these strings till the bread gets butter
Still trapped in the hood all I hear is make

and get a bag, I swear I'm on one
You new to this shit, I'm super equipped
A vet like Bradley Coop with the hits, I shoot and don't miss
No mission too

stop)

All they hate I held my tongue I bit it
They bout it,
but the lord with me  I'm with it...
I overcame the flesh just By the Spirit
He lives in me

Fifteen and wide eyed
flew to Cleveland on my own
met my buddy Brandon on the ground 

Guns n' Roses
I bought their tape down at the mall

patiently waiting now I’m up next
I’m the new breed nocturnal apex
Young gun fly kid on deck
This my town when the sunset
I've been patiently waiting now I’m

Little nigga
Who you is, where you from?
It's the home of the pirates
And we in to making rum
I'm sailing on the sea
I ain't in to making guns
My

A Tale of Creation

Candlemass

Tales of Creation

1989

came the sea
With my blessing the first rose spread out
With my feelings innocence
(In solitude, a song was born

By magic our dreams were living

I’m on the first
I mean, I’m the nigga, make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t

uns geht heut niemand rein
Die Weste war nie weiß, Guns n' Roses
Deine Art launisch, wenn ich fahre, du hörst mich sagen
Babe, ich bin da

Dieser

bloqueé
Los negro' queriendo sonar como yo, no me copie', no

Uh-uh
Michael Jackson moonwalk
Rollin' rollin' weed, ah
Guns n' Roses en el trap

The Night Before Christmas

Fred Waring

Ultimate Christmas Album, Vol. 3: WCBS FM 101.1

1996

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney

sippin' the 40
Now I be mixin' it now I be whippin' it
Whippin' it like Rick n Morty uh
I'm in the lab n I'm cheffin' it
Cheffin' the verse n I'm blessin'

Henne wat kekkel om ʼn tafel kloek kloek
Opgeblaasde plastiek om elke koek
Party is meesters met vetkoek en mince
Als gemaak met liefde die kerk vat

Pełen nadziei

Pukam do nieba bram
Jak panowie z Guns N' Roses
Mieć tu za życia raj
Jebac elegancki pogrzeb
Odnaleźć spokój ducha
Miłość a nie tylko forsę

so get it right

The streets ruthless, the coupe roofless, the nine is near
These new niggas get foolish, man, this time of year
My palms itchin',

above me (Yeah)
Sipping the rose, I'm sipping the bubbly
Pouring up fours, it's good for my tummy (Yeah)
Yeah, now tell me why y'all just be acting
Popped

locked up, in the mugshot I’m hitting poses

And I met a new bitch
I can tell by the way she talk she only want a man that’s rich
Put me right next

After that we hittin' Boca, Lets go catch a flight
Potent OG by the OZ reaching' different heights
Sippin' on this Rosé with my shawty
We just living'

I stay on the ocean
She got hypnotized with the tides from the motions
The love I’m giving you this shyt potent
My heart red like roses
Listen

of the world
With this he'd go on the full for the word
Death by the Jews
This is the truth
It ain't a ruse
Jesus arose
This is good news
Relay to the youth
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