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Black Let S Talk About Me

without an ambien Seen so high they call me mister goodbye Saying catch me if you can (catch), catch me if you can. Let's talk about the scene for a

Ronald Regan, let it go Befo' you be a motherfuckin vegetable You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles Let this beef go around like the 26's It's

heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ??? if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ??? Now that's the

ain't talking 'bout bagging up work when I put Yayo in the bag Fuck is you rhyming about? You 30, just getting in the game, you should be trying to get out You it's

try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up, Child of the eighties, y'all n***as is lazy, Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby, And

Game] This ain't my house... my house is.... is green! [Busta Rhymes] The fuck you talk- look, come on, n***a, let's go man, let me walk you up to the

think they got the game sewed, yeah right I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes If the Navi outside, I might be there Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey

I told Ed Lover & Moni Love I was talkin to Ja With that mayback line It was payback time Keep fuckin with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car

heaven, you ready? Let's go Drop them off, then the sound like Esko I'm a say ??? if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ??? Now that's the