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to hustle hard but
I didn't even save a buck
Had to call it quits
Now They're scared to even say What Up
Wonder where I've gone
Check the Bible right in front
a product of faith
I mean did I mention that we're saved by grace
That means God's Riches At Christ Expense
So we can be washed and saved from sins
I was
tu único rival
Un holograma como Tupac en los festival
Vivo en la arte
Tenía ojo pero lo dejé aparte
Soy el impostor entre los tripulantes
No me da
everything's a steal
We'll put up all the pictures of the places that we've been
Faces like stars on the stainless steel fridge
Left my keys at El Bar so come
Háblame claro y no te hagas el güevón
I ain’t got no time to be hangin’ with these fuck niggas nah
I just be riding be sliding now with my niggas
I
Amazement
Is how I got them standing
Three Eights
That's what I'm representing
Si guey
Soy el patron de esto
No hay crime
Solo siendo honesto
Desde
a choice influenced by what society practice so it’s crashes huh, what life holds, flashing for lost souls, fronting to feel love, inside we loath….ing over
the arms of a long term plan
Baby paint those toenails at your leisure
I’ve gotta feeling that tonight’ll be a slow one
Strokes of crimson triple-x pure
be in the beachwear"
So that was a bet like three kings with a pair
We got some bottles that Halloween
Like a rich girl doing that Hall and Oates thing
should've seen it
Walk him down with the
Fifty leave him leaking
Bitch we beefing, we ain't speaking
Talking on Monday, he gone by the weekend
Why the fuck I
It's about 7: 30 and Mr
Bones is about to swoop
Finna ride by peep the crib of an old coot
Legend has it that his shit is possessed
Marks on his
I’m so laced
Siskiyou County chronic Hypnotic I-5 Crime waves
I’m remotely controlled by hard gangster Schlumps
These fools came around my way and they
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3 AM, you're burning in my head.
Ruined and fucked in all this same old shit.
So I told myself
Mi reflejo es en tus ojos
Y me veo differente
Y Tal ves es tu sonrisa
Me quite lo delincuente
La neta
Que si es cierto
No sigo siendo el
Mm
Who's that peeping through my window
Blaahh! Blaah! Blaahh Blaah
Look at ya now
Got that choppa by the window like Malik El-Shabazz
March up on you
trunk
Only smoke on that shit that smells like a skunk
Grouped together and equally subjugated
Exact clones made by a simple cut and paste
Feel my words
Water weight
Getting some things off my chest
Lately I've been at my lowest
It's crazy you haven't noticed
I been played before
But this time it's
nah I ain't hear yo cd, big .45 shell lookin' real 3D
Big booty bitch on her knees real greedy, tryna make a tape play it back on the tv
Ion fuck with
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The Filthy Song
From D'emo by the SleazeStaxxx
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any track I'd get dumb on even if it's a drum and a trombone
How could I've lost it when I'm inspired
Then keep excuses sounding tired
like
Everyone else by the
Way I wanna prase you mija about
You're looks
Verse 3
You're Beautiful eyes
Got me hypnotize one
Look and I knew you were
I've been doing this shit, for a very long time
That's why I'm gonna take yours, while I'm still getting mine
Eh visto un chingo de rukas, Bitches
shekinah
May we from thee never be severed
I'll sing praise to your name forever
El Elyon far beyond yet close by
Nobody does it like God the most high
Or Ontario or Nova Scotia or West Virginia
Or Ohio or France or El Salvador or Panama or California
These beautiful renaissance painting skies I thought were
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