me feel You'd never do a thing like this again But if it's just a game you're playing I don't think I'll make it to the end I don't think I'd last that
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made me feel You'd never do a thing like this again But if it's just a game you're playing I don't think I'll make it to the end I don't think I'd last
you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was I'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls And scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all
speed bump When we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how
& Lyrics (G. Holt)] Oh say can you fucking see The missiles fall like rain Bloody mountains majesty Dead bodies on the plain By the bombing's eerie
Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't
squares, but ain't got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money ain't no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers
with sharp white teeth Are waiting in the night, But you want to really get some, It surely can't be hard, There's always trouble lurking When you leave
the seems, In by twelve so we leave by three, And there?s one pretty girls sitting beside me, And he?s like ?T? And she?s wifey, So he?s like ?B? But
a man There's a lot of ways to die Yes and some already dead who walk beside you There's a lot of things I don't understand Why so many people lie Well
from sleepin' And on stage I rage And I'm rollin' To the poor I pour in on in metaphors Not bluffin', it's nothin' That we ain't did before We played
I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no openin up shop, we already established You lap doggin, we boss hoggin Grown men, don't
Whose fault? Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out
