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. . Hook. I just thought you should know. We hit the liquor store. Got some Cris and some Mo. And we gon' let it flooooooww. Had some problems before. But see we let em go. Got an ounce of that dro
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Bài hát This Luv. Ca sĩ Donell Jones. Do you mind if I take this seat right here. Cuz you're sitting alone. If you're sippin' on Cris' girl, I'm buying, yeah. And if you got a nigga don't lie, ain't
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tempt me. I'll linger the whole clip til the s***s empty. Big stacks yeah I got that. That's why I copped that cris by the six packs. Got the feds lines ringin let a telephone. Snitches want me
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Bài hát This Luv. Ca sĩ Donell Jones. Do you mind if I take this seat right here. Cuz you're sitting alone. If you're sippin' on Cris' girl, I'm buying, yeah. And if you got a nigga don't lie, ain't
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Ils n'ont plus rien а se maudire, ils se perforent en silence. La haine est devenue leur science, les cris sont devenus leurs rires. L'amour est mort, l'amour est vide, il a rejoint les goйlands
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On me *** qu'tu vas mieux. Depuis qu'on n'est plus deux. Que t'es r'devenue normale. Que sans moi c'est moins mal. Qu'on me reproche rien. Mais c'est mieux si j'suis loin. J'te jure qu'on m'***
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cheval boueux. Et mon corps fatiguй. Et la nuit bleu а bleu. Et l'eau d'une fontaine. Et quelques cris de haine. Versйs par quelques vieux. Sur de plus vieilles qu'eux. Don't le corps s'ensommeille
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au Colisйe. En voilа assez. . Moi, je veux brыler les planches,. Je veux prendre ma revanche. Et crouler sous l'avalanche. Des cris et des bravos. Que j'entends dans mon dos. . Grвce а moi la
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away, hey Three, there's no changing me. I'm a pimp for most and it's plain to see. Four, I'm so glad if he made you mad. I know a way to get back that'll make you glad, you heard? Hello? Cris, I just
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fight. I got a fifth of the remy, *** the Belve and 'cris. I'm sellin' *** up in the club like I work in the bitch. *** the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz. We on the dance floor
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, uh-huh. And sip the Cris\' and get pissy-pissy. Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!. You know it\'s hell when I come through. The life and times of Shawn Carter. nigga Volume 2, y
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we poppin' tonight. Beat the * outta security, for stoppin' the fight. I got a fifth of the Remy, * the Belve and Cris. I'm sellin' * up in the club like I work in the bitch. * the dress
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we poppin' tonight. Beat the * outta security, for stoppin' the fight. I got a fifth of the Remy, * the Belve and Cris. I'm sellin' * up in the club like I work in the bitch. * the dress
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, uh-huh. And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy. Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!. You know it's hell when I come through. The life and times of Shawn Carter . nigga Volume 2
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I played it. I'm wasted, Rose thats my favorite. OG kush, you can taste it. Buying Cris' by the cases. I hate being sober. Dont smell no one smoking. Me and my niggas gon' roll up. Believe they
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for love or maybe I'm a bit different. If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?. I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon. And I'm out poppin' Cris b**** I'll show you how I'm livin
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Doctor. The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin. With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin. Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala. Drink Cris', throw it up, call the * hydraulics. Then piss in
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the waiter to order another round,. And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down. (Put your 'cris up!). If you feel the same way,. Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA. Hook. (If I could fit the whole
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, uh-huh. And sip the Cris\' and get pissy-pissy. Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!. You know it\'s hell when I come through. The life and times of Shawn Carter. nigga Volume 2, y
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then what?). It's a wrap, we on the way to the house. By 345 I be kickin' her out. (Hey) I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares. (Ay). We pop Cris' my niggaz, and still drink beer
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. Cheese like Ricotta nigga, bet I'm droppin'. Twenty G's on roulette, playa, what you bet?. The Cris have a nigga trippin' wet Seven figs on a bet, 84 be 48, five on the plate, high stake, indo. Bet they
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I boss thru in a Hummer, Murphy the Don, Lizzie, Keyuan. With the best thunder than Shaun Jon, you don't want none. Partna I gather up and leavin' heads swollen up. On top of all that, I got the ra
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than, the way I do it. Girl, you know what it is. The whips, the chips, everything is exclusive Paper, denim, Cris chillin'. Purple label, ice, glistenin'. They say diamonds are a girls best friend
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. And that would get me off the radar. It's so intense, I'm on my Lilo and Stitch. Pour my Pino Grigio and Cris with some lime what is this?. An immaculate version of Me and My Bitch by Biggie. With
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there But can you see life roomin' with no crack and pipe. And no weed to smoke no Gs in sight. And no cris to bust no wheels on bikes. And no pussy to * nobody to like But can you see life roomin
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redo my whips. redo my chips this the bird man b**ch Chorus-Amerie Foxy Brown-. BK i throw it up. Free stay manoloed up. Cris air canary. All these niggas hear me. Lou Vittoun Lou Bratton. bring
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ballers, shot callers, brawlers. You be in the back bet she gon' call ya. Come on dawg she want this 'pala ?. Cris' in the yard in the new finny bags. Anything is good cuz she's baddest as she had. She
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and the bubbly's Cris. I work so hard to live like this My past make me so weak. But you make me stronger. 'Cause everything was upside down. Now I'm right back where I belong Help, I think Cupid
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Doctor. The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin. With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin. Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala. Drink Cris', throw it up, call the * hydraulics. Then piss in
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, tramp) And these broke niggaz got some nerve. They be frontin' in the club with they man furs. Five niggaz on one bottle of Cris'. Then he talkin' me to death, * you takin' this. Whether he friend
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, uh-huh. And sip the Cris\' and get pissy-pissy. Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!. You know it\'s hell when I come through. The life and times of Shawn Carter. nigga Volume 2, y
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. Always Got Some Cris' Or A Pistol. Rather *** you than chill witchu and will hitchu The insanest monster that came and conquered. A game that remains to be full of trained impostors. I will not let you
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sey, di other day mi tek your money an rent a cris car. Guess what? Now mi an mi hot man go park. We drink champagne an bus caviar. mek love under di star. Mi sey, a just di other day him ah fling
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that, I want it all back. I sat back, let niggas get they dough. I played the cut and let niggas rip they show Sip they mo', watch niggas pop they Cris'. Cop they whip, brag about they watch and *
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still the *. I'm the Numba 1 Stunna (I fly in any weather). It's the Birdman Summer (I fly in any weather). See, I come through flossed out sippin' some cris'. Just? My deal so I smoke now bitch
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Doctor. The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin. With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin. Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala. Drink Cris', throw it up, call the * hydraulics. Then piss in