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m trying not to wonder where you are. All this time lingers, undefined. Someone choose who's left and who's leaving. Memory will rust and erode into lists
pics but her brain on point, you dona??t want no kiss. The PMS and powerangers throwing dumb ola?? fits, just because we aina??t bring yall on 106. All your number one
hundred a pound thats the way that I grind Hoes know the most potent blow On both coasts is approachin yo nose Left em, more open, right steppers turn left
cameo haircut man that's dark and lovely, Smooth and suave, that's why girls dream of me, And not to flaunt, I love a flirt with a skirt And after a concert
, here's the right one Gotta get it going' on, get wit' it, bust that beat Yes, I'm blessed and I must confess Put me to the test and you'll say I'm
my walls and leaves me defenseless... She cradles my heart with her hands... And still to this day she still leaves me breathless... She's always my number one fan
ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt It's cold when you're wrong and you
; leavin rappers whimperin Makin my impression left in ears like discarded syringe Cinematogrophy showin slides of your autopsy, no fair I'm turning your whole projects into tiannamen square Not number
the digits, to be safe burn it up "And here's another Slick Rick one" and the man turn it up Now on my strap and very soon she be all hot and wanna rap
new thing read about me in the comics Under high and low its rhyme and potent lyrics better watch it Now I'm back and i rip it up and spit it so nice
Drinking down the Hat And Fan The man next door is Gary Stead Shuffles downstairs with a heavy head Scans the paper, takes a pill And stumbles back
I found Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown Navigating yet another one of Timmy's supersounds I could go number one ten times
thing read about me in the comics Under high and low it's rhyme and potent lyrics better watch it Now I'm back and I rip it up and spit it so nice Ain
young) Only the good soldiers die young Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn No one
fuck who ain't not feeling him Watch what ya' dealing him: ace, king, death card Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god Get money and earn it
you dudes is lames We bringin the pain to the game you dudes radio And most of yall one hit wonders The ones who done a little number shit one hit done
