than you chasing bullets as you fall into a tunnel then your heart goes comatose and your appendages torn off sending out the harmony that you're gone you
be sure to return the favor. you hurt me horribly. i turned back, you killed me. i haven't for much, but i'll ask you this, why would you destroy your
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came, you shoulda slid to my crib But fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like you
came you shoulda slid to my crib fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done plus congratulations you know you got a son i heard he looks like you
you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you,
a lavage flow I could push you into theaters like Magic tho You don't want beef, You just want raps I get ya lil ass smoked like a blunt wrap C.B.L spray
black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told
