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open ear, a quick eye, and a nimble hand, is |
Told T, Told T-Tay that buddy was a fuck nigga, boom, he got on the stand |
You can get killed for subliminals |
Call me bird dog cause I cheat and Im fly |
Put him on display |
Free Guwop |
Connected like hotspots |
And prick my tender patience, to those thoughts |
And Im bout my money |
From off my hands, here in the view of men |
Cardi, yeah |
Gun make a bitch boy rip the runway |
Put some respect on my name |
Good my lord, be cured |
Where were you when I was down? |
Now I gotta ball |
Short tale to make, we at Saint Alban's met |
Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. |
Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make |
Them diamonds gon hit like a bitch on a bitchy ass bitch |
Slumped over, police thought that nigga popped a bar |
Go head, show me love, like we never done it |
Going brazy, niggas think I need a psych, dont it |
Im so blessed I repeat the mantra |
The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown, |
It must be great that can inherit us |
You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse, |
The city ports by this hath enter'd and |
to-morrow four o'clock. |
Where he was to begin and give away |
A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send |
That rollie is on me, you know that its stolen |
In my bank account, yeah |
Yall niggas wanted some pets |
Did you such a thing? |
Drinkin And Driving |
My liege, I'll knock once more to summon them. |
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho |
Yet, know thou, since we have begun to strike, |
Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21 |
Straight out the jungle |
You niggas mad cause I keep throwin up Zone 6, huh? |
shall do it. |
No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; |
No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry |
When dying clouds contend with growing light, |
And bring away the armour that is there. |
Got a bitch a brand new G wagon and I snatched her stomach, she happy |
Came in the parking lot, airing station and you wanna face it I tell you aint basic |
this sister of mine do with rice? But my father |
Saddle my horse. |
I rather do beseech you pardon me, |
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip em, yeah |
When you get more money then you get more problems |
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? |
VVS look like a star, yeah |
In my bank account, yeah |
The earldom of Hereford, and the moveables |
He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than |
Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury |
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know |
Norfolk, we must have knocks; ha! must we not? |
afternoon? |
May yet ere night yield both my life and them |
Do seem to be of ours? |
In this so sudden business. |
A parasite, a keeper back of death, |
Wanna tweet about me, homie? Get you expelled , dog |
Buzz in the bed, swear I was thuggin, it was me and my pistol |
Young nigga run the jazz |
May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit. |
Tell your baby mama spread this shit out |
Nigga its gone be a murda |
Of reasonable affairs? is he not stupid |
That cannot do that feat, you'll leave yourself |
I will omit no opportunity |
To your worship's house, sir? |
I'll do't, my lord. |
And you know when the sun go down |
I cant lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick |
If she be mad,--as I believe no other,-- |
Who crown'd the gracious duke in high despite, |
That she was coming with a full intent |
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; |
Keisha eat the molly like its candy |
Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask |
an unshunned consequence; it must be so. Art going |
I be Guccid down, you wearing Gap and trash |
3 KING HENRY VI |
Right on Glenwood Road where I grew up at |
O, she's warm! |
Words, life and all, old Lancaster hath spent. |
I shoot a pussy nigga at the fuckin end |
How it feel to be a real nigga |
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, |
Alone, Im single |
Bought a foreign, now its friends wanna text you |
You was with your friends playin Nintendo |
They dependent on their daddy |
Nigga its gone be a murda |