| Probability | Text |
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| 41% | 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 | ▶️ |
| 47% | Cause to this end, if you let me know your urge to take thatèvement here, it's the latest dream that you got constellation conservation and demon,elist awareness over | ▶️ |
| 46% | Get your back, got your back. | ▶️ |
| 46% | Hey Bobby Landon, you know I got your money | ▶️ |
| 47% | Got your hair all | ▶️ |
| 48% | You got your mo- | ▶️ |
| 41% | So we should move in on this next watched. Anyway sure. We boom! We got to play around. We got to play around right now, that would be it. KeepDid reading of we got to do everything we could get in time. Cause you shouldn't be memoryless after all. I'll be your nightmare right now. This is good. All this good stuff. Whoa. It really means it's time to sound the algorithm. NoahTitus. What? | ▶️ |
| 45% | Y'all be going on vacation? See the thing is, if you about to be up out this bitch, check it. Peep Delta, we be flying all over this bitch. Let me axe you something. You fin to raise up and get your travel on? From the interior to the exterior. You got to get your posterior in one of these big ass planes. S*** dawg. You laying the cut straight sitting on your ass and getting your drink on and your snack on while we floss and fly this mofo all over this bitch. East Coast, West Coast, it don't matter. Nia will get you to your hoe and back lickety split. No s***. Then you be back at your crib chilling with a flat spliff, thinking we were some crazy ass angel. Hell, these fat round thick ass vessels run up in the sky so deep, it be crying. Yeah, you thought it was rain. So bring a towel, cause at Delta, it's laid out like that. Call one of these fly ass Delta Kuchis. And they call them punk ass coworkers of yours. Catch the vapors as you be off and up out. You going? We fly you there. You been? We done already flew up in there. We got you covered like a Jimmy hack. At Delta, we loves us some flying. And it be show like a motherf***er. | ▶️ |
