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We got army guns like the fucking fighters
Is there no manners left among maids? will they
It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella,
If that my cousin king be King of England,
Or die renowned by attempting it.
She should not visit you.
Im passing out xans to the groupie hoes
My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.
Are you contented to resign the crown?
AR toting
Call forth Bagot.
Dont play around we gon pick them guns up
I heard a lotta niggas say that they up, huh?
Niggas snitching, I put 10 on the Gs
We cut off, cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat
I aint never wrote no statement
'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow
Is whispering nothing?
Jump in a crowd full of drank up, I dont follow
Amongst this princely heap, if any here,
About some gossips for your highness.
Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron
How many niggas you shot?
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
And proved the subject of my own soul's curse,
And I got a whole lotta shotters
These rappers keep on bitin me, I call em nibblers
The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;
Move that body, cause its tipping time
It will outrun you, father, in the end.
O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes!
Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
For sweet discourses in our time to come.
My trap house is a loft
The apprehension of his present portance,
I just talk to my accountant and then I chuckle
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
Im stuffin in my fist
Im loaded the bricks on the jet
Bitch on molly
Than this; which to reiterate were sin
I would I were thy bird.
The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
Woah , woah
I bought a Rari just so I can go faster
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Baby suck me til I ooh
I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
Used to being on the road
Poppin’ xannies, I done missed court
Richard Mille cost more than all that cheap ass shit sitting round your neck
To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,
Snitches, snitches and rats, snitches, snitches and rats
Is to himself--I will not say how true--
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
No, never such an oath; nor will not now.
To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.
And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
O, then began the tempest to my soul,
him.
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
I’m, we’re the dope be
Step on a nigga in some fuckin Jordan 1s
We go to war, we pull up with the metal up
Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.
Glock 19 and a blue flame
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Ocho tiros
The testimony on my part no other
be this morning executed, and his head born to Angelo.
A fake nigga cant do anything but be fake
And with death, it is not the greatest loss, but the greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive
Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no-
I dont feel none cause Im the G.O.A.T.
All of my shooters on Addys, yeah, yeah
May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
Pop the trunk, pull it out, nigga better run
I never yet beheld that special face
In my opinion, ought to be prevented.
Not knowing how to find the open air,
Look at da wheels
Issa gravedigger
Been outside, thats with the crew
Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,
What's he that now is going out of door?
All your homeboys fuckin on your bitch
Gi-gi
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,
I just whipped another brick
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Think you got a girl but she on my body
And my bitch ass fat like Bruce, Bruce
Twenty five hundred on my jacket, Monclear yeah
Run up them racks, Im doing it, nigga
With variable complexions, all agreeing
Nigga, we aint trippin, we ballin
An you gotta cash out
I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed

We got army guns like the fucking fighters

Is there no manners left among maids? will they

It is a man's voice. Gentle Isabella,

If that my cousin king be King of England,

Or die renowned by attempting it.

She should not visit you.

Im passing out xans to the groupie hoes

My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak.

Are you contented to resign the crown?

AR toting

Call forth Bagot.

Dont play around we gon pick them guns up

I heard a lotta niggas say that they up, huh?

Niggas snitching, I put 10 on the Gs

We cut off, cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat

I aint never wrote no statement

'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to-morrow

Is whispering nothing?

Jump in a crowd full of drank up, I dont follow

Amongst this princely heap, if any here,

About some gossips for your highness.

Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron

How many niggas you shot?

Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,

And proved the subject of my own soul's curse,

And I got a whole lotta shotters

These rappers keep on bitin me, I call em nibblers

The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he;

Move that body, cause its tipping time

It will outrun you, father, in the end.

O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes!

Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you

For sweet discourses in our time to come.

My trap house is a loft

The apprehension of his present portance,

I just talk to my accountant and then I chuckle

Are merely shadows to the unseen grief

Im stuffin in my fist

Im loaded the bricks on the jet

Bitch on molly

Than this; which to reiterate were sin

I would I were thy bird.

The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;

Woah , woah

I bought a Rari just so I can go faster

Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!

Baby suck me til I ooh

I should not live long after I saw Richmond.

Used to being on the road

Poppin’ xannies, I done missed court

Richard Mille cost more than all that cheap ass shit sitting round your neck

To prove him tyrant this reason may suffice,

Snitches, snitches and rats, snitches, snitches and rats

Is to himself--I will not say how true--

Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash

No, never such an oath; nor will not now.

To tell you plain, I had rather lie in prison.

And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,

O, then began the tempest to my soul,

him.

That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

I’m, we’re the dope be

Step on a nigga in some fuckin Jordan 1s

We go to war, we pull up with the metal up

Ay, mother; but I would not have it so.

Glock 19 and a blue flame

And sails upon the bosom of the air.

Ocho tiros

The testimony on my part no other

be this morning executed, and his head born to Angelo.

A fake nigga cant do anything but be fake

And with death, it is not the greatest loss, but the greatest loss is what dies inside while still alive

Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no-

I dont feel none cause Im the G.O.A.T.

All of my shooters on Addys, yeah, yeah

May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two

Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?

Pop the trunk, pull it out, nigga better run

I never yet beheld that special face

In my opinion, ought to be prevented.

Not knowing how to find the open air,

Look at da wheels

Issa gravedigger

Been outside, thats with the crew

Good king, great king, and yet not greatly good,

What's he that now is going out of door?

All your homeboys fuckin on your bitch

Gi-gi

Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of

This lady's husband, Sir Richard Grey, was slain,

I just whipped another brick

But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,

Think you got a girl but she on my body

And my bitch ass fat like Bruce, Bruce

Twenty five hundred on my jacket, Monclear yeah

Run up them racks, Im doing it, nigga

With variable complexions, all agreeing

Nigga, we aint trippin, we ballin

An you gotta cash out

I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed