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Upon their woes whom fortune captivates! |
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta |
Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, |
Lately all you niggas out here sounding like my old shit, oh shit |
All of these bitches they want me but they get one night |
I was having mid in my fucking backpack |
And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. |
Climbing climbing |
I conjure only but to raise up him. |
But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, |
You was my dawg |
How many chances she done gave you? |
That doth utter all men's ware-a. |
I prayed for this |
Treat a nigga like a golf course, Ima fuck around, put a hole in him |
AP on me, doing the chicken head |
All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check |
All of em niggas they talkin like Perry |
I could afflict you farther. |
Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe? |
21, 21 |
Shawty got a load in the back like a pick-up |
You worried bout this , and this aint that |
Lit, lit, lit, lit |
Hit em in the face, fore you turn state |
Im from the streets to the gun violence |
Shoot out his ass cause he from Philly |
Im in the foreign with the full clip |
purse; I could have filed keys off that hung in |
Drop my nuts and letem hang, nigga Im gang |
Is't not a kind of incest, to take life |
Preg煤ntale a tu patr贸n que sabe lo que haremo |
Good drank my life, yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah |
All my youngins pull his card, and they down to catch a charge |
Behave nigga, sour like some motherfuckin milk nigga |
Call, good Mercutio. |
Mashin for the clout |
Many times, plenty times, I survived |
Im a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song |
But most himself, if he could see his shame. |
But that I was a journeyman to grief? |
I got the proof on the shelf |
Laugh'd in his face; and when with grief he wept, |
And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, |
Draco make you put up that lil Uzi |
You can get her back, I borrowed her |
If it be ne'er so false, a true gentleman may swear |
Took a lotta risks aint hit no lottery to hit the top |
The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; |
Let them go on; |
Yeah-yeah, yeah , uh |
To shrink mine arm up like a wither'd shrub; |
As wealth is burden of my wooing dance, |
If I send you rice, it come with the gravy |
These pussy niggas really tellin |
Rap-rap on my own beats so, one hundred percent goes |
She tell the truth, I be lyin |
I'll show't the king and undertake to be |
Boomin, boomin |
Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. |
Gentlemen, will you go muster men? |
My tongue hath but a heavier tale to say. |
I cant buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh |
O, but, sir, |
if something thou wilt swear to be believed, |
Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman. |
We gon whack yo dog about that cash, huh |
Ima show them what this money do |
For, as the case now stands, it is a curse |
Im a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way |
I got some niggas lost they life, I know they love me |
Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy |
Snitches, snitches and rats, th械y all get whacked |
Go against the gang, thats like suicide, dawg |
I cant cuff a bitch |
If he gon play, we gon eat |
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. |
Extortion, extortion |
I got client猫le, yeah |
She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah |
Bitch you know Im tacky, know Im hot, know I got pull bitch |
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang |
Twenty-five racks for a surgery |
Which argued thee a most unloving father. |
What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? |
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance and flies |
21 |
Play your ass like Nintendo |
Enjoy the kingdom after my decease. |
Young Savage real street nigga and you know a nigga rep that murder |
Uncertain way of gain! But I am in |
So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, |
Hol up, I got gold on my teeth |
21, 21, 21, 21 |
You gon show what it is |
enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword |
You just a big dawg, yeah |
Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? |
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. |
Nigga keep talkin, yeah nigga keep talkin |