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See me cocoa might go pop
I'm cocoa and I might go pop
Now it's about time that I cleared this
So pardon me miss
But I'd like for you to hear
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you
My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark
Look I be riding through my old hood, but I'm in my new whip
Same old attitude but I'm on that new shit
They say they gon' rob me, see me never do
so because we satisfied
The wrath of God, the beef
Has been crushed, now we got a new identity
Called a saint
Yup! Hey, hey
Used to be where I could
Okay Jo
Jo, you're drunk
Okay, you're drunk
Gimmie your keys
I just cashed another check, but I'm not rich (not rich)
These dudes lookin' inbred, no
Jeron Pierce, don't forget the name
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
I been through your nursery rhyme
I been through your nursery rhyme
I took all your nickels and dimes
But you left me cold
You wouldn't let me hold
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, the world is in my pocket
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, I want
Uh huh, it's Iggy Iggz
I got one more problem with you girl
Aye
Hey, baby even though I hate ya
I wanna love ya
I want you
And even though I
LexNour good evening
Over the course of the next 10 minutes I will
Submit my application for the next rap god
Enjoy the festivities my name is Dax
I wish, I wish, I wish
To every city
I wish, I wish, I wish
Every hood
I wish, I wish, I wish
And every block
Ghetto America!
Rollin'
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin'
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance (six minutes, six minutes)
Something's
(b. andersson, b. ulvæus)
Scaramouche
(instrumental)
Varför ska det vara så seriöst för, alltid?
Nä, I england
And so I wonder
And so I wonder
If if if if you're okay without me
And so I wonder
And so I wonder
If if if if you're okay without me
I can never
Uh-huh
Fuck
I don't fuck with you (Mustard on the beat, ho)
You lil' stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you
You lil', you lil' dumb ass
Chinese AK just do what I say and nobody die
I open the soda, I get the codeine and I pour up a lot
I pour up a lot, I pour up a lot
Me and my
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (you only get one)
Oh-oh, yeah (you only get one)
One love, lifetime
One love, lifetime
They say when you find the one
Wop
Murda
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
I don't need diamonds to make me special, I'm special (burr)
I don't need new clothes, I know I
Ohh-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Young Money)
Oh, yeah
See, ain't nobody iller than me
And I ain't being cocky, I'm just sayin'
It's time for
I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six
When I'm ripping the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed
When I got at the top and they made him
I got to many moods, i got to many moods
I got to many moods, I like my bitches rude
I asked around bout you but they don't got no dirt on you
I know
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