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Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. |
I dont want smoke, I want cream |
Slander myself as false to Edward's bed; |
He threw in a white flag, but I still want beef |
Cause when your bars are hard like mine fam |
softly towards my kinsman's. |
Shout out 808 Melo |
Chain hang low like a yo-yo |
Fucking Niggas Bitches |
If I got to , if I got to |
I know not what I shall incur to pass it, |
At thy good heart's oppression. |
I never did incense his majesty |
And let go by the actor. |
Oh, look, bitch, fuck off the real |
Stomp a nigga til he need stitches |
Put em in his face, ooh, he stiff |
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap |
Nigga pop percs, gone get a kick out it |
Yeah,rich nigga convo |
Put some ass shots on the AR, it go ape shit |
Of dear import, and the neglecting it |
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case |
To make coals cheap,--a noble memory! |
If you aint breaking bread, please dont you touch a bitch |
I aint like these other rappers |
Got a lil pump under the Gucci, mane |
Nigga its gone be a murda |
Я тоже такой |
This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for |
I done slowed up, bitch, I be poled up |
He straight declined, droop'd, took it deeply, |
But if the devils in the details, then Im Satanic |
O, my heart! |
Im just tryna get her out them clothes |
Which sounded like a clamour in a vault, |
Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn |
21 Savage shiesty |
Do anything for my niggas ya |
And here receive we from our father Stanley |
Regard me as I do not flatter, and |
We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat |
Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour. |
Also, when I left, what, niggas broke the mic or some shit when I left? |
I aint runnin from no smoke, period, semi-colon |
Bitch I dont NO I.D. Im with twenty-one |
Why the big bezel very amaze, yeah |
TT, GT for the clout |
needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we |
Look where he comes. |
She gave me top, bottom, on the first night |
To save this bastard's life,--for 'tis a bastard, |
I caught him down bad, took his necklace |
They on some lame shit |
this other day, because I was no gentleman born. |
A la cama le agotamo el spring |
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D |
But if I thrive, the gain of my attempt |
A better witness back than words, which we, |
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, |
Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; |
You must lay down the treasures of your body |
If he pull up with a hunnit i might have to take his life |
And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! |
My Lord of Gloucester, in those busy days |
Depress'd he is already, and deposed |
Most of my niggas just rob |
21, Wow |
Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true; |
Into the fatal bowels of the deep. |
Come, my captain knows you not. |
He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee |
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, |
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear, |
Boss out the coupe and them inches |
And every tongue brings in a several tale, |
And yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar, |
Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, |
All these bitches salty, they cant stand me |
You can hear my diamonds talkin |
Was like to be the best. |
All your homeboys fuckin on your bitch |
Ran off with your buddy pack, he dont want no problems |
O, let me pray before I take my death! |
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; |
Pull up on you with the sticks nigga, we gon handle business |
Brandon Jackson |
Too much drip, Im rainin, bought a Gucci umbrella |
I aint givin no free promo |
I slow down but it aint slow no more |
Gotta stay on tippy toe , goin this way way up on you hoes |
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause |
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful |
With other muniments and petty helps |
You are come to Sandal in a happy hour; |
Way before rappin’, on God, I was trappin, sneakin’ my Glock in Lacura |
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air |
When I had no guap with no ice |
And all the unlook'd for issue of their bodies, |
Trappin out a vette |