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said he heard the angels singing, "Cabin on the Hill"
Through the springtime he was groaning
"The good times are past and gone"
By the summer she was
A nigga live
These days I'm just maintaining
How I got here by myself
These days I'm just marinating
How I got here by myself
These days I'm just
think I'm the pope
All about them dollars bills
Foreign bitch in foreign hills
Name some niggas real as we
Hold on, I ain't got time to chill
Ain't know
the fines
My dulla been full of these
Indescribable thoughts that seem to
Eat up at time
And every time I look up my grind has been
Dim and slowed by them
on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs
Flip a whole pound 2 days in a row got the choppa wit the scope youn really want smoke
If I up that bitch I'm surely gon blow tell that hoe buss it
an enemy of me
Gobnait
Day Ten
Listen manure-face,
I hope you'll be haunted by the strains of ten pipers piping
Which you sent to torment us last
think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
Telephone. "Maybe Bill
down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle.
spit in my mouth
Back in the days when a hommie was cold
I got in motion I'm stuck in my zone
Gave up alot for the money and notes
I wanna count me some
so, he so tough yeah
And his first name Dolla
Last name Bill
Always keep it a hundred
He know what's real
And I always keep him on me
Cause he's a big
Thirteen when I first started writing
Can I really make it as a nerdy white kid
Playing Skyrim, at the same time fighting
In the ring and on call
dollar
I'm all about that money an power
And if ya feel me then holla
If you can't you's a coward
I'm all about tha dollar bills that I make
It's a day
change the number on your days
The highest cost of livin's dyin', that's one everybody pays
So have it spent before you get the bill, there's no time
Yeah U they ain't U
Quite a few bless U
Girl you gotta going on why they hate you
I hate to say the L word but I mmmh you
Baby like when the bills
dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
Counting up checks, bills, cards and stubs
Motherfucker you know
Imma never pay you
If you ain't never been down for me
When times got rough
Then I ain't
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the sky
Pushed by desire
Back into the fire
Staying here wont pay the bills
Chasin my dreams will do me good yeah
I need time to ride my waves
All work
Believe! (swerve)
Yeah, it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James hoe
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman
Ain't taking this light like the weight of my quill
Thought it best to write what I really fuckin' feel
If this how I die then by all means kill
(Good for nothing type of brother)
Silly me
(Why haven't I found another)
(A baller), when times get hard need someone to help me out
(Instead of)
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