How you gonna call out all these. Bring the hearse back, and take a lyrical dirt nap. This example was too long and was cropped: { "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it... "}. Close your eyes, (Parental Discretion Iz Advised). I'm runnin the buildin, don't make me run in the buildin.
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Hard like Timbos, blowin on indo. They dug out of the Klondike. And bitch *****s try to invade our town. Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand. Like that model bitch De Cara(). Fuck a gold plaque i want my nigga back to home. 44 easier I really come outta jail, finesse this bait face chinging, left man twiss up How many times was I doing up Serco and they told me to hold my wrists up? You damn right, bitch. Come out that hellhole, I'm rich, Porter, Roddy. I'm drinkin but I'm still thirsty.
I got some opps in the streets and I got some that's rappers. "Ain't It Different Lyrics Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Aint it different? Bad Bs get bored and dial me And ask when were goin to the niz, Im like, Shall we? Sad on your muthafuckin b-day? We put the whole car on the shoes. Kya, Hi Score, 2012, Royal Flush feat.
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Downloads last month. Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle. Thereā²s always heat to fill the need we see if bread is rising. Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]. Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovine's secretary. I'm the 808 drum that got you movin your feet. Can't take shit from me try yo best to put your meanest face on from me.
I wasn't this way as a toddler. Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it. My brain on, cross 'em. Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the +Public Enemy+. How y'all wanna cut the cake.
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I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track. You broke my heart into a million pieces. Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me. Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man. We dey go up Catch my vibe, let me go off Blammed her twice, man its so tough11Embed". Walkin down the street, in my All Stars. Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English.
I sit here and tell you my problems.