Can you write words forever and never bleed onto this page? Can you scream out forever and never mean a word you say? The world has stopped dead right
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I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room Hopped out
your gut It was a cash game, 100 200 dollar table Me and Johnny Mack sitting, God willing and able July 23rd and 4th, the lions is out It's the month
bring them cars out Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out Porsche Box' or the drop top Ferrar' out Bring the old school six-fours out, coops to the four doors out
, hold, hold, hold up man I got two million dollars cash, call Stan I'm out this bitch, you heard me What you gon' do, when you get out of jail Sketch
a bullet headed to the top, drop And the playa haters same old, Mo Thug, Bone Nigga roll, strut these nuts, get a pap Tossed in the Cuyahoga River slain
watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a good ole boy goes bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go
watered By fall he had the cold hard cash When times get hard Sometimes a Good Ole Boy Goes Bad The good book goes out the window When the gloves go
beat yo azz I'll beat yo azz my nigga, I'll beat yo azz I'll beat the breaks off a nigga if he thinking that he realer Than the six feet four I'm the giant out of the river
to George Bush In River Oaks, it's the nigga Los In the club drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go In my 64 candy what Impala Fall to my knees and give all praise
I hear a motherfucka coming lights came on, So I shot (Bang)(Bang) out the door with the dope that I got over the wall, don't fall check my dope cause
gonna drown in your blue sea? Who's gonna ride your wild horses? Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee? Well you stole it, 'cause I needed the cash And
fuckery suddenly? Not enough young in his lung for the water wings? Colorfully vulgar poacher at a mulch like 'I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and
gonna drown in your blue sea? Who's gonna ride your wild horses? Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee? Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash And
hustle blow (Blow) Hustle on the block, hustle on yo' main ho Ladies smack down like Pat; 'Yee know?" I'ma ride 24 inches on the 'Lac I'ma keep 4 or 5 hoes in the back Fall out
the number when I mumble (?) Wit skill, red-rum them trynna figure out him Baptize myself in the river of Henn-essy [Chorus 2x] Open up your heart and You will understand me Fall
like startin? over We try so hard but we keep on falling over Every day is just like startin? over We try so hard but we keep on falling over River
