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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
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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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making it rain and we off that,. Cos you can't bring the future back,. Tell niggas top get off me,. Cris we off that,. Timbs we off that,. Rims we off that,. Yeah we off that is you still on that
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. Have you ever seen 50 thousand strong with their hands in the air. Up and down like hell, yeah Said we love them cars and we love them chicks. And we love them parties and we love that Cris'. And we
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young, now it's growed up. Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up. Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck. Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut. Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up. Tell
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. Did the swish *, and all the mistress. Niggas wives wit' they wrist slit. And still a nigga never did kiss. I'm cold, cris bottles, six bottles. Spit it like and Iceburg novel and chicks follow
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time to start making better decisions. So put your fires out, and stop burning 'Cris' bridges. You little bitches When all your love is lost. And burning bridges can't be crossed. Lord won't you let
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women here make a livin' just carryin' bombs. We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit. In the club, buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit. I told y'all that my borough is thoro. I know
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all about, they like to go. Get henny and mo and cris, the clothes, the platinum, gold, the wrist. Plenty of doe, and chicks who pose for flicks. Women who love roll their hips, when I'm holding this
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?). Ask me why I pop cris', why not? (why not?). The flow of the century. Got your belve splashin to the melody, what you tellin me?. This is fresh - 'til the day I die. Leavin momma with a tear in her
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young, now it's growed up. Stacks so thick it's hard to fold up. Yo B, find another rubberband in the truck. Count up the money, I'ma stand in the cut. Stroll in the party and I toast Cris' up. Tell
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(Chorus). Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris'. I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch. You niggas keep wavin' them wrists. I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch. Ye ain't
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you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right). You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?). Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah). Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris. High
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battrais encore et encore. C'est ta love story, c'est ta love story, c'est l'histoire d'une vie. Love story. ♪. Leurs cris de joie, quelques larmes on s'en va, nos vies dans cette love story. Love story
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qu'on est dйjа bien assez nombreux. T'entends pas c' bruit, c'est le monde qui tremble. Sous les cris des enfants qui sont malheureux. Allez viens avec moi, j' t'embarque dans ma galиre. Dans mon
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cris de haine. Qui sont les derniers mots d'amour. Il faut savoir rester de glace. Et taire un coeur qui meurt dja. Il faut savoir garder la face. Mais moi je t'aime trop. Mais moi je ne peux pas
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Ce jour tant attendu. S'?tait lev? pour nous. Tu ?tais ?tendue. Moi j'?tais comme un fou. Deux c?urs battaient en toi. Au rythme de mon c?ur. Et y avait tant de joie. Dans tes cris de douleur
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bull like where's MJ? Where's MJ?. Don't come around with that weird energy, weird energy. Bitch, I got that 25 karats on my Patek, I'm ecstatic. Got them blue diamonds dancing in my party, democratic. I
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thằng mà đi xe máy chỉ có một số. MJ moonwalk ở trên hè phố. Chơi dòng nhạc rap, nghe bolero. Hỏi thăm bác sĩ ngay trên bàn mổ. Là cái thằng mà mày có thể thấy là người đầu tiên. Nhai được trầu miếng
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has risen. 2010 Thriller, there's nothin iller, it's killer. Their vision, they miss 'em, won't impact, this is that. It's the bomb, ring the alarm, MJ number one. It goes on and on, it goes on and on
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. I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "tru". I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes. I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do. Bust a nigga head and then I lay low. These niggas ass-water, get the
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. I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "tru". I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes. I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do. Bust a nigga head and then I lay low. These niggas ass-water, get the
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the game. I'm wonderin' how do I get to the rafters. Oh boy, I'm mad until these records gettin' shattered. Til I'm MJ or Magic, oh she just want the status, so. You the man she got, but I'm the man
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wanna tongue 'em I'm like the Gooch, lookin' for Arnold Drummond. Walkin' with a trench coat to part the pumpin'. Like MJ, I wanna be startin' somethin'. Whoever ain't widdit, gotta move widdit One fo
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the game. I'm wonderin' how do I get to the rafters. Oh boy, I'm mad until these records gettin' shattered. Til I'm MJ or Magic, oh she just want the status, so. You the man she got, but I'm the man
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ti. ar. al. 2 Bad. Michael Jackson. MJ,。. ,。. Told me that you're doin' wrong. Word out shockin' all alone. Cryin' wolf ain't like a man. Throwin' rocks to hide your hand. You ain't done enough for
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be fly?. Why is ratting at an all time high?. Why are you even alive?. Why they kill 2pac n' Chris?. Why, at the bar, you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Cris?. Why them bullets have
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pick it up just like this (Yeah). Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris. High heels, somethin
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party?". Oh lordy, will I continue to act naughty?. Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'. I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know, PIMP I am, number one, no matter if you
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party?". Oh lordy, will I continue to act naughty?. Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'. I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know, PIMP I am, number one, no matter if you
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play it low key but couldn't keep it down. Asked her to dance she was like, yo I'm leaving now. An hour later, sounds from Jamaica. She sipping Cris straight up, skanking, winding her waist up. Scene