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| 95% | Same shit, different face, and back with the skinny's face You think this might be my day, don't delay, use some K and beam away like I next way The red light doesn't yellow into green, it's what's seen by the mean green alligator We're allowed to, you like to say, by the skinny instigator It ain't just a lie that gets too much frustration Cause the whole nation got a convolution While you get a rare cloth, right, you don't get for fuck Well you better drive the outer block cause the fans will knock you up | ▶️ |
| 97% | Party people get on the floor, you know you feel it, what are you waiting for? Feel the music, feel the beat, we got the sound to make you move your feet In the house, the body is jumping, people are hyped, the music is bumping On and on, from the early morn, the brother keep on to the break-a-dome Don't let anyone keep you back, get on the floor, you're on the right track The funk and rhythm, I'll devour, you know you wanna so feel the power | ▶️ |
| 98% | CUNY GUYS AHEAD ON THE FIRST PLACE Again he tries to win the race Cuz that's what his job is But the purpose, the auto one at the top Is to green guy with the big mouth And back on the girls thigh Joins CUNY in a fight Cuz he might be right Then I spell a dynamite To become a man in first place He attacks CUNY if he race Shoot your phone, what is gonna Set some rhymes for the purple face You got a look in his face When he disappears on the track Not with the hippity the B king or the mac But it get spanned Said it get back to the second black of the track | ▶️ |
| 100% | Who the fuck are you? What the hell are you thinking? What the hell are you like? I'm sick of fucking hearing that you all give it back to you when you leave. Who do you mean when we leave? You mean it back now? For the past 15 minutes now, you've been joining on about names. Toby. Toby. Toby. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Wong. Toby Chung. Fucking Charlie Chan. I've got Madonna's big dick coming out of my left ear and Toby, I don't know what, coming out of my right. | ▶️ |
| 98% | Anybody wanna waste some time? The answer says that this is the time we should do it now. She's gonna put a bullet in her blood. This body has lost three kids, and has got some unbelievable shit. Right? Okay, Mary, we get this idea. How is it? I forget a piece of this stuff. We can cut it up and dump one of my new problems. Then we give us a pair of pure, retired, pure, dead leaves. We're back to this. Let's give it up for our master, the audience is trying to push it. What's the catch? | ▶️ |
| 98% | Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So | ▶️ |
