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though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's
kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like blacks Claims he's upper class
open doors so I gotta keep a set Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats Biggie smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death Yesterday, I read my
'm a bigger fan of yours That's why I'm in a daze, like my homie J-Bar When I come see you I always leave my phone in my car Eliminate distractions, girl
go back He walks out the room, shouted see you around She begged come on give me some slack You said, there's no hope but babe, you can wait for that door She
leavin' a lonely town My old man, he's workin' on his truck Ain't never had much to say Just shakes my hand and wishes me luck And watches me walk away
She said iz that 'chu wit the Lamborghini? Iz that yo car parked outside? Yeah, that's my car, girl And if you won't to you could gon' (Go on) But lemme know if it's getting too late And if not then I could catch me anotha She
she stinks of sweat It's marga man, Introducin live on stage in front of you My bredrin Dizzee Rascal As I get past the boucers, walk thru the dancefloor
on the top just before] Got to her house, clock says 4 She's worn out, I'm wanting more 'Cause she's sore she went down south And I think she's saying she
't get past the chord A And E and C and fuck, it was boring All of a sudden there's a knock at the door and it was my old neighbor Who wakes me up every
m a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said why? She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do? I said I make
it wasn't me, I got a twin Oh my god it's you! Not again It all started when my mother took my bike away 'Cuz I murdered my guinea pig And stuck him in
Flippin' my remote, same way I do them ho's But she already know before she touch my Chevy door Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows No
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange He's lookin for a hit for veins or he'll blow out somebody's brains Even the shorties livin naughty lives Walkin
her that you want her love Well, the answer is D, D, all of the above So you're freakin', the furniture's squeakin' She's tweakin' sayin' that she's
