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Drunken Storm 3
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Agust D
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You can detect the true and living God from the scorer For my mythologies I be just how I be Tell her to swipe it like Swiper from Dora The Explorer Wide open like a brand new baby, know I just wanna be We conquer, dark supremacy is reigning Without considering what its about how maintaining Ask somebody Trina been the sh*t on the streets Heard tha b*t*h had cheese, sucked my d**k like a Japanese(Mickey Mouse on Lsd) Gain knowledge of self then I plan to conquer the beats Any dull raps get the skull caps pulled back full breeze You smell as if you got some kind of fatal disease I laid in bed next to her black cat Swole it all up now it's proper and fat You see what you see, is just what you get Down south we get are piece made by Johnny Ask anybody in any place if P-N-C be comin' with it Much love for my cuddies Jay, Ray, and Ronny When I first met Tammy, the sh*t was so uncanny I don't know who to trust but my family and friends The flow is on point, on target, sharp, accurate Slap a hater in the grill, if you feeling the same Burgundy splashed through the glass when sirens scream From Memphis to ATL all races they know my name And when I'm grown, you know I'm bound to be Hot sadiddy needy, try to emulate the TV b*t*h n***a find me in the 4 door Lexus Rim to pimp brims with electric chair crucifix Free agents on the dotted line more hard to sign I feel like I wanna run, but my whole body's stunned Me and you, what is yours and mine, mines is mine Cooling by the shore, hynas cooling in the sand Chex mix number one food snack in the land I didn't change, I'm still the same old me Now it's the middle of the night, unfold me And to the bone shakers and the home makers I got ninjas in my backyard wearing body Killa paint I kick rhymes for the bangers, blast at these haters You know what it is, you know what it ain't We gotta be mindful of the picture we paint Pillage your rep never step where the pressure was kept So bump homo herbs, with lo-lo words, we overlapped A hungry rapper just doin what he has to Better save your pennies nickels and dimes But oh well, what else can I do? Now all I do is drinking what ever is in this cup and write rhymes They don't love me, they love my nickels and dimes Somebody tell me what we living for, and were living pour It's the train rob, for sure, bodies washed up on shore
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