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Money, ******* hoes Greed, ***** lords knows Story of the past Freedom from the Mars Snake's up in the grass, Fake Gucci on her hip While the black kid rapped a story of A BoB d and the hatred for the piggies Fuels fire in the bones was always proun to see the spliffy And laughs when i **** and ******* sing and write about how I even got that same ******* smile 04’ got 'em So I'm getting them no more Black little militant, born on my 91 **** Pants saggin' niggaritus, - with one double nine three. pre-milluminum a little bumble bee See me, I mean, I was a warrior, On a mission, was running, And shooting my own decisions Black, sell a ******* ounce of crack Momma said to give it back, money over honey's But the dream was to ******* rap Walk around the city, looking pretty, but well we are city global my 'tuition was the streets Then Enie - came along and sent a beat Hip-Hop ******* history Sipping guinness, one day someone gonna’ write my memoirs, flaming. Snatching a purse from my boy, to feed the studio bills. On It's Relevance, momma said I got you. Still on. Money, ******* hoes Greed, ***** lords knows
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC
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Money, ******* hoes Greed, ***** lords knows Story of the past Freedom from the Mars Snake's up in the grass, Fake Gucci on her hip While the black kid rapped a story of A BoB d and the hatred for the piggies Fuels fire in the bones was always proun to see the spliffy And laughs when i **** and ******* sing and write about how I even got that same ******* smile 04’ got 'em So I'm getting them no more Black little militant, born on my 91 **** Pants saggin' niggaritus, - with one double nine three. pre-milluminum a little bumble bee See me, I mean, I was a warrior, On a mission, was running, And shooting my own decisions Black, sell a ******* ounce of crack Momma said to give it back, money over honey's But the dream was to ******* rap Walk around the city, looking pretty, but well we are city global my 'tuition was the streets Then Enie - came along and sent a beat Hip-Hop ******* history Sipping guinness, one day someone gonna’ write my memoirs, flaming. Snatching a purse from my boy, to feed the studio bills. On It's Relevance, momma said I got you. Still on. Money, ******* hoes Greed, ***** lords knows
Story of BOB D. PAST LIFE Now calm Forever
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC
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