Well I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars The problem is I can't afford 'em But last year I went and got myself a whole box And just to be safe, I insured
Well I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars The problem is I can't afford 'em But last year I went and got myself a whole box And just to be safe I insured
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: Well I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars The problem is I can't afford 'em But last year I went and got myself a whole box And just to be safe I insured
: Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, You're gonna fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They
I know you're not asleep I can feel you moving over there You've been playing with the seam In your worn out underwear My lips are raw as hell From biting
Bring back the memories This one's giving up on you I don't miss giving up on you And there's no more time Forgive me one more time 'Cause I do want
favorite fruit I'll shave everything baby, I'll press my suit I'll find that song by Perry Como you like to sing I'll eat your TV dinners and wear you cigar
lie when I get high All I do is think about how I'ma ride them thighs I ain't never been one to make no girly songs But I'll be up in this chick 'til
t cry my niggas It's been one hell of a ride my niggas Say word to Wais my niggas When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas Just keep bangin' these songs my
interesting This'll be the end of me or I'm finna be an entity Kanye, Jay-Z, Mos Def, and Kweli We are not makin' songs no more We're makin' history [
Killah priest remains calm, yet carry on Go ahead sing your song, claim you have the dons Rap superstars look cute with your cigars Bitches like that,
I look dumb Get a job shawty turn my knob And if it don't open up make sure you slob My boys [...?] behind the bar Sit back blow smoke from a Cuban cigar
cry around your shoulder) I'll give you my shoulder I'm the boss now I'mma playa now This song will play mo' than "Jump Around" My songs are burnin' Yea
test I'm the challenger Dodgin' in my kevlar vest Six hours in my lapse It's the angel of death Heard you were prayin for my downfall Cigar on your desk
With his hair in cornrows A mean mug grill Like a dog who's day is done He lit up the green stuff in his cigar And took hits one by one Now I got to
