| four pussy eight uzi expression change scar
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| somewhere in my hand
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| Our vengeful mind on others
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| The rhythms you find slow are our suicidal obsession
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| You got someone, and you were acquitted by the police
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| Real gangsta your mind your in jail bro
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| If you were a real gangsta, your roads would see through
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| You wouldn't be comfortable sitting on the seat, look at your back
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| Are you out of your mind? |
| The most powerful star
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| Our ego obsession at the moment at the microphone
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| Unlucky to witness as we destroy ourselves
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| Those kids are bloodless, who raps without self-interest?
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| For example, the top girls continue at the same speed.
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| I'm going crazy serious okay
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| Those who know who I am, should keep it to themselves
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| You still have a long life and you are at the beginning
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| The dust cloud took off
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| We have little air
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| For whom is this a nightmare, a vocal, for some a pillow
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| We wrote with asthma breaths, the cloud of dust took off
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| It is mourned, and the unfaithful are injured at his death.
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| Why weren't the worrying tempting rhymes tempting the heart?
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| They tripped and didn't come back
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| Bullying called self-confidence
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| Crones floundering around
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| Afterwards, lion
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| Marten never rusted, as long as it traces
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| It shows me my smile as the eyes find traces
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| Everyone promises, but always smiling inside
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| When we collapse on our carpet, don't look back
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| They set up a service line from ghettos to colleges.
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| The minibuses were free and stopped.
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| They died and shot four or five of them.
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| As the rest go away, it's like they've crossed mountains
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| What's going on is crazy, I'm playing my mind
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| There is no love when you always get out of bed.
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| Even if I didn't have a back for you to rise
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| Your eyes smell of ember, you're a heartless pig
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| (Hey yo! Lucky the dust cloud took off in too much weather
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| Dust cloud lifted, Sansi too much weather dust cloud lifted, Biatch!) |