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Elzhi
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The Great
Yeah, I'm finally on my one-two, you fake artists is untrue now watch how the son do without me, who would you run to to hold the best kept secret, like walking in a club sneaking a gun through welcome to the album and how come the style from the child attack the crowd like a falcon well, the gift is in me, like a fifth of Henny cross the Pacific, lifted, spending different pennies from foreign currency, and just then it occurred to me that I turned a G, and every sense with the word could be see I came up, where niggas aim pumps and you can frame stomped, if you a lame chomp it's ashamed, that many didn't make if from the pissy mattress and sh*tty blanket, when I left the city vacant I, got the right to grip the balls in my nut sack front, back, no matter what track, I'm spitting cut crack
L is, invincible, a minstrel show is not sensible Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com when I insist to flow, and suspense and let a sentence go this is mental heat, on a sheet written from a seat, sitting, in a presidential suite off of gam weed, light it up to make my hand bleed poetry, that hopefully breathes what a fan needs now I'm considered this great, niggas'll hate cause I move to a bigger estate, crib with a gate stay dipped, with a pay day grip, hit a jay tip and may flip, like a AK clip, in a getaway whip popping off, when you see me on the shelf it's got you beating on yourself, like you trying to stop a cough till my, soul is with Christ, I control a device with a scroll, precise as a ho, y'all rolling the dice (see) who's ever misled, should piss red sick a d*ck and kiss head from the fist, y'all was just fed
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