Most of the time I thought about leaving Most of the time I swear I heard you call him Most of time Oh he said, he said I never will give up on you But
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form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic Droppin' down licks, betta call on my gadgets With an automatics status we spray time to load the
busy Like those dizy lizys who used to dance for you, your through I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted You're addicted to the words you inflicted Time after time
star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know
busy Like those dizzy Lizys, who used to dance for you, your through I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted You're addicted, to the words you inflicted Time after time
it's 'tis the season. The perfect gift for me would be Completions and connections left from Last year, ski shop, Encounter, most interesting. Had his number but never the time Most
a magic number (3 is a family, 3 is a family) 3 times 10 is 30 3 times 9 is 27 3 times 8 is 24 3 times 7 is 21 3 times 6 is 18 3 times 5 is 15 3 times
the bedroom Where wish number three, my dick they consumed They hittin' me off orally so lovely Now those dainty ladies they took it easily Time flew by, no weed, time
Just 'cause it's 'tis the season The perfect gift for me would be Completions and connections left from Last year, ski shoppin' Encounter, most interesting Had his number but never the time Most
round, all-star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose shit that is Condoms and phone numbers
to my self late one night My line was gettin' rusty So I thought I'd try Game Number Nine Cause' it had always been my trusty...You see Game Number
yonder Like dogs gone hungry Funky and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic
pit Dodge vapor, labor days are major A sir Cater the alien decomposer soldier platter like cabbage check eight I told her "go for C4 magic's" Smolder
true soldiers That laugh at the critics claiming every year Hip hop's over FUCK YOU, hip hop just started It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are
