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fucking boring?
Fuck, I’m snoring, snow white glory
Please inform me, really floor me
Why we horny? Getting gorey for the same old sossy story
I’d rather do
a story
Should you listen and be weary
So try, try to get by
Oh have you thought the same thought
Have you walked the same road
Have you seen that same old
Is it the beat, is it the rap
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13 year olds control the remote
on
A lil' spice in my swag, call it Cajun
Often wonder to myself where the day's gone
Save some, save none at the same time
Talk shit, take a stand in
cover
And never look at a new book, searching for old pages
People are who they are, just as I
There's so many stories, but only one lie
This shit
Roll up, young nigga, roll up, young nigga
Roll up, maybe three or four
Post up, young nigga, post up, young nigga
Post up right there by the store
I just wanted to just take a minute to
Share a story with yall
While back I was in my car, driving
I was doing maybe 35 on a side street
Nothing
Metropolis City Council
It's the same story we have learnt
As students at school each year
The city erected walls to protect us
The city enacted laws
said no prisoners taken
It's a dead giveaway, I feel my heart is breaking.
Same old story
You've heard all along
Love is blind, still you try
Can find a place in the listener's heart if
The same story is told over and over
It becomes less like a presence in that chest
And more like an X ray
bitch that's called trust
Same shit new hook
Same old situations
Yeah rappers swear by the book
But forget to skip the basics
I've been patient with
But it's dope
I crack heads follow me yo
And so the story goes on
The wimpy kid gotta little muscle
And a little growth
Little bit of hope
Little bit
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
On the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well then
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
to it sowed up
Crazy how we changed the quota just by adding baking soda
Taking over streets and codas like Ford making motors
Motorolas, Toyota,
of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world
for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
It's still the same old story
A fight for love
many dark shades
Got three scars and they all same
Too many mirrors that around the crib so it's constant evaluates if I am sane, yeah
Left the south
on the wall
Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga, we in this muthafucka
For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, mafia,
Eh eh eh eh eh eh eeeeh
Yaga
Eddiemadt
It’s westy
Let them know that
Twestyyyyyy
See,
Me I nor go fit to
Tell you brother how the story gooooo
I’m
weight of a sigh
I´ll sit down by the old oak tree, I sink into the moss
The owls are singing in the night
There's a fire on the field tonight, the smoke
remarkable N Inspired by her story
Came from Clarkton, North Carolina Born in 1924
That's my great nana
Ayy ayy
Moved to jersey In the 40's
Don't know her
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
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