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Follow the call, call on me
See the same white * I brought to nation
*** the shitty piece, all new most heroes
One will be dead
See that this book of rhymes, ten thousand hours lines
Blowing many strings of niggas leave
You smoke on weed
These are thorns born on altos, these call acute
These calls cause net war
More shadow grow on this kick it
When wash mash gnash in your mouth bet
That I'll smash it before you
Give me all instead
No apologies for the deception
So I pull the tits and the tits
So I pull the tits and the tits
So I pull the tits and the tits
So I pull the tits and the tits
So I pull the tits and the tits
So I pull the tits and the tits
Miggas are making me
down
We're the prayer girls, I want say please

Trajick now, ironic? Yes. Yes, that the same face, French from Havana λεδ Πρ ח� fairy that runs the place
sell the steady above the body covers
Beat his *, use their order
Corner the beat of the folkloric mosh pit
For all the spilling of the milk of Costa Rica
Say, if that's customized
Why don't we bring on your full samba?
And you ain't got to suppose a vow
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
As the others, if you need to choose
You can cry the rest of your life
And then do the drive of a minor
That you only care when you rave on it
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Life is cool, sweet, to the heart
We steal the details for the whole fit style
Let the oldies sing, cause the kidda made no sense
They did it with a real friend, no screaming at all
Presenting this to a corner
Word of love that you win your kingdom
And leftovers from wicked skill
In the precipice, eh?
Lawyers of tongues, let it cover
Out the ground, you fucker
The other stuff, quarters that we house
You will still * it all up
All this crash potential, collaborations
Locals, fortune, image, your critique
Are you at least down to what you need?
Got a way, boss, crawl down Batiste Street
Change pen and *
Cane is ivory, sour
Ivory, sour
Ghost kill me first, the guns on your hands
All those left for death
No zombies, no keys
We have it, aye
Ready to be happy
Glove covered, God covered
Float over the scene, blind or not
Justice don't give a *
So I do, what I gotta do, lock
The dark in the focus, catch issue
Wish you right, it might get you
When your frequency booms
When your frequency's feeble
Had a blend shift from table to table, that's it
I don't know what's up or when, hold up the
Formation, it will never change, you'll win
Never ever, never ever
Had a ride without snitch
Mistake, I sound my dick
This is * analo-dicking
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