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afford to buy eight-balls. And I talk to myself on my Facebook wall You know my pants sag low, even though. That went out of style like ten years ago. Spose, I got the swagger of a cripple. I got
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some words I can't name ya. Meet you halfway,. Got nothin' to say,. Still I don't 'spose I can blame ya. Seems to me,. You don't wanna talk about it. Seems to me,. You justturn your pretty head
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parlava. Delle rose, del vino e di cose. Che un'altra vita gli prometteva. Ma quante spose. La guerra toglieva. Dalle bracia della prima sera Tremo e ho freddo. Disse il soldato. Al suo nemico che lo
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parlava. Delle rose, del vino e di cose. Che un'altra vita gli prometteva. Ma quante spose. La guerra toglieva. Dalle bracia della prima sera Tremo e ho freddo. Disse il soldato. Al suo nemico che lo
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was putting it all in you. I was blind and never woulda knew. Can't believe the both of you He was 'spose to be my crew. Watching y'all with a real good view. Tell me, tell me. What would you do
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pick Sweet Sue. Spose that's the natural thing to do. We began the beguine and I could feel it start. I said please be careful that's my heart!. In the cool of the evening 'neath the autumn leaves
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, stay crunk, at the club. Should have bought an ounce, but you copped a dub. Should have held back, but you throwed the punch. 'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch. No D to-the U to-the G for
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that the. show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,. im like, "Man you got murdered by your. openin act!" (Get outta here!) You aint. fucken wit what i brought to
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looking for directions girl?. I feel your vision on me. Just don't let him see you sweatin'. And we ain't spose to be involved. Knowing when we get it off, Girl I mean it off. Keeping you fiending 'til
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that the. show'll be whack, after performin They be lookin like they spose to get dap,. im like, "Man you got murdered by your. openin act!" (Get outta here!) You aint. fucken wit what i brought to
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buying ass. This Fresh Prince nigga I ain't Jazz. * yo bitch nigga I ain't ask. She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God). What the * was I spose' do?. Deny that rather try that, but I never fly
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? you need a chainsaw to. Dig your way out of, go powder your nose-. P--sy the harder you yell, the harder I slap the * out of you hoes. You set it off fa--ot, so now how do you spose-. We settle
