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Là, j'suis loco gros tu connais pas traîner dans les squares
Avoir que trois jeans et deux vestes quand tous les autres ont du swagg
Manger du pâté et

at my, tie tie trouser ooh

Way back, to get three square meal, na problem
Nobody really understand me
Them just there, dey laugh me,
But now story don't

a line

We're all shapes and squares, trying to fit into pairs
We are like the doves, we belong in the air
Not know what's to come, so just be prepared
But

Hmm
When this world gets heavy
You're my square-body Chevy
And when shit goes south
You're my little pink house
When my road needs gravel

The Pondicheri slumdogs 
And the birdman of Washington Square
A midnight dance on the F train
A High Line Baudelaire
And Elvis meets us in the lobby
And Warhol's

a cada instante
'Toy en Times Square y que estás luces tú eres más brillante
Si nos amamos así, que nada nos espante
Aunque tu mami piense mal de mí por

the tunes just right
He gets up in the morning, and makes his way to town
The music fills the market square and the people gather round
 
Oh yeah,

do you remember when you were young?
What happened to you in the juice of the sun?
in harvard square smoking Mexican grass
You've got to kiss her

be the catalyst but it's how you stand on your square
Unu better own that box when boxing box down
Sing songs of freedom but with a brand new sound

to Brooklyn gurl are you kidding me
Take you to soho we could go shopping or
Times Square there's too much options
Don't be surprised if you see people fighting

get in life
Is keep a happy wife ,
Keep ya square tight
Defense over offense straight through
Like running bull
Don’t see the glass
Being half empty

about my cash flow
A faggot bitch can let a square nigga fuck broke

Y'all still be fuckin' around this bitch, y'all a damn joke
Send me purple hearts

close I used to be like, fuck hoes, now I never don't
I just appreciate what a square never want This the type that a nigga really want for sure
Yeah, I

ler, du tar
Du ser av New York by

Se Times Square om natten
En puls, en fest, et driv
Den vakreste skatten
Lev ut din drøm, ditt liv

Her skinner

an inch but somehow i'm so far away
My square footage keep the realest in my real estate
I got a brother moving and that's a little play
I got a brother

is my favorite
Layers right, frosty sweet

Yeah that cake so moist, you ain't gotta decorate
I don't discriminate, I just cut em all shit
Square cake,

it

Long as I got all of my sons
Cause it ain't no switchin' up with them
They keep me on my square
That's why I'm fine livin' up with them

In and out

can tell I'm a dope boy
On second thought, don't tell I'm a dope boy, uh

It's square dancing when I'm stepping on the weight (on the weight)

to square 1
Rather end up broken-hearted
'Cause this shit compares to none

'Cause I'm restless
I don't think you'll understand
No, you won't get this
Before

the keys you be table topping 
Touched Leimert Park once now you a prophet
I'm in dime square table hopping 
Neck dropping my neck dripping
Naw you won't

she the two I ain't talking bout rare
Sorry I can't mess with you cuz you talking to squares

No you cannot be my boo sorry life ain't fair
On the way

gasta, se le enganchan veinte má'
Explota y se forma la pendeja'
No ronquen cabrón si no son de na' (Ey)

Bajé con los G4
Le jodimo' al square
Se

oui, du bon vieux temps
Oh oui, du bon vieux temps
L'époque Sound Systems
À partir de vingt heures, c'était rendez-vous au square
On y squattait des

they all pulled off
And don't square up with me cause you know I'm letting off
Yeah, I ain't turning shit down in here
Any bitch can run it like it's