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We in the time of our lives baby Turn the music up, Primetime Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion, our third eon That's what the fuck we on Mo'
pretty young mouth But that was a gay happy winter We carved on a cradle of pine By the fire in that neat little cabin And I sang with that gay
right Got him in the Hell hole Livin at the speed of light Prayin that the time fly by so He can see the light See his kids meet a wife All over a key
can't blend in time to milk the cow Big papi No copy No young this young that It's Bigga hoe copy Get the money stack the money flip it Niggas steaming
a gay happy winter We carved on a cradle of pine By the fire in that neat little cabin And I sang with that gay wife of mine Well the South Coast is
bitches, now fuck a wife I told ya once you can't trust her Don't go out like a buster, fuck her (Cause) Money bring bitches, bitches bring lies Ho's get
Huh? Huncho, Gato Bad bitch know something (know something) Give her that money, go blow something (blow it) She want a rack 'til I pop
a gay happy winter We carved on a cradle of pine By the fire in that neat little cabin And I sang with that gay wife of mine Well the South Coast is
the sky Money in the sky, I'm fly-y-y Damn, pussy nigga better count his wishes Young nigga, I'm too ambitious, woah Chop his ass, I leave him with
When I was young I went to sea with dreams of buyin’ land I'd save a lot of money, and take young Jenny's hand the time alone, the lonely hours
(verse two Run DMC) A young girl seemed to be gaining weight Her parents all thought it was the food she ate Their attitudes were all
This is a day in the life See I make big money and I fuck nigga's wives And I only skate twenty fours Young pimpin' still slammin' them Chevrolet
to the money I'm married to the money I'm married to the money Cut the cake cause I'm married to the money Young Pretty Fly Witty Nigga From New Yitty
Young girl used to work here, yeah now she don't Young boyfriend with a tantrum couldn't go and dance on his own So he waited til she drunk hey baby
To a young Mexican couple, a baby was born; Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' died Moon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the same
fucked up, if you love her (say what) Handcuff, uncuff her (woo) Big dog, young nigga raw dog (yeah, yeah) In the mouth, yeah I fucked her (uh huh)
Remix I'm sorry I ain't I ain't get right back at'cha niggas I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit But uh got my mind right, money been
help us lay Young Billy down Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien For coming across the border with a baby and a wife Though the clothes upon his
Remix I'm sorry I ain't I ain't get right back at'cha niggas I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit But uh got my mind right, money been
ammo You don't understand She gon fuck them bands She gon want the man You don't understand tho Young nigga Young nigga Young Young nigga young young
Young nigga turned somethin From nothin Young nigga got it out the mud Hustlin My 2 40s stay together like they Soul mates Got the lean by
murder is murder by any name An young man loses his only job To proud to hustle, too honest to rob He goes to tell his family an his wife But an argument
murder is murder by any name An young man loses his only job To proud to hustle, too honest to rob He goes to tell his family an his wife But an argument
Now why this man's soul was bleeding The angel had to understand So invisible, he stood by him And then gently touched his hand Which
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