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. Rebellion, it always sells at a profit I am a face of fashion in Soho Square. My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier. My cheeks blood red as my favorite port. But, hey, cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay Slavery
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easy now, anyone can sue". "Let me show you how your petty. Aggravations can profit you" Call for the three great stimulants. Of the exhausted ones. Artifice, brutality and innocence. Artifice and
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not the next of them. I am the first of me. . If I can't refuse. The price they offer. I am sure to lose. And I will suffer. Sell my soul to make a profit. All I have to do. Is make believe
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new assassin. one link in the human chain. in the city where it always rains. no profit or personal gain. are the silent rules in a lonesome game. one face in a purple frame. a black border round the
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solution. A constant fear or a fleeting joy. Your only friend who needs using. . I am the news and I'm in your face. And I'll take my profit from your faith. I am the the face beneath the face. The
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I can't begin to tell you. How bad I feel about it. So now that it is all out. How do you feel - did you profit?. . Why can't you keep a secret. Why'd you squeal. I thought that I could trust
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first of me. If I can't refuse. The price they offer. I am sure to lose. And I will suffer. Sell my soul to make a profit. All I have to do. Is make believe it's true. That something I can't do. That
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was gifted at math, always counted the fastest. Fishscale made me major profit margins. I'm a profit stuffing my pockets, you niggas starving. Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm with this pretty bitch
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You've got the mouth of a she wolf. Inside the mask of an innocent lamb. You say your heart is all compassion. But there's just a flat line on your cardiogram Yet you always made a profit baby
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store it inside my pocket (inside my pocket). I just went to the store and dropped all my profit (all my profit). I'ma still find a way I can end up shopping (shopping). These are true, baby, I don't buy
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, same number as the profit. She want a nigga who gon' lock her, got a lot of options. How she fallin' in love, I ain't even pop yet? (Bro). I pay extra for the big body (body). I'm a cold ass nigga, need
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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education. Trying to mess with my concentration. Don't even have a clue of what I'm facing. All you know you need to stop it. Defaming my name for a profit. God is the reason my soul is free. And I don't need
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' switch, my momma raised soldiers. Show me that profit, cough them Rang Rovers. Up, I'm up now, these hoes all in love now. Wanna * now, they beg to bend over. Half these hoes chauffeurs, half these
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. She gon' take everything I own. If I let you go. I can't let you go, damn if I let you go. She gon' rock them VVS stones. If I let you go. Get in the 'Bach or the Rolls. If I let you go. She gon' profit
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Burger King 'I Get Around' like 2Pac and Shock G. Fuckin' hotties, block the block like Monopoly. I rock with an eighty-watt spitter, block lit up. Snatch profit up, get your Benz lock it up So which
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would have died for you My pockets are broke. I got no platinum and gold. The police got the power so I've run out of hope. My profit is so sweet I'm paying for stones. If you don't understand. I
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. Everything is in their love tell me What does it profit a man. To gain the world and lose his soul?. I'm gonna trade it to be with you
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say that it's better to have loved and lost. Than never to have loved at all. But if you sit down and count the cost. Of all those losses, there's no profit at all And this city gets crazy at
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profit. Picture perfect, gonna crop it. Easy I'm splittin' knowledge. I get it and I got it. The black market. Black market. Black market. On a black market. On a black black market
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things right. . Someday soon I hope and pray like Jesus. I'll reach that wiser age. Hope I will learn I really never never profit. >From things I do in rage. . One more time-anger, more ager. When
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. Don't make excuse make deposit. Ain't even suppose to be here boy i come from the projects. Shawty just * with my progress. I swear i came here with nothing. All this * is profit. Should look
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down but they have a value you can't see. . We lived here for so many years. Now this house is full of fear. For a profit you will take control. Where will all the older people go? (Go, go, go, go
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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what do you know. With your minions like vultures and carrion crow. They've sunk just as low as humans can sink. For profit they tell us how mass murderers think. . And dear Mr. Murdoch you come
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things right. . Someday soon I hope and pray like Jesus. I'll reach that wiser age. Hope I will learn I really never never profit. >From things I do in rage. . One more time-anger, more ager. When
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what do you know. With your minions like vultures and carrion crow. They've sunk just as low as humans can sink. For profit they tell us how mass murderers think. . And dear Mr. Murdoch you come
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. Throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money. Throw your hands up at me. All the mommas who profit dollas. Throw your hands up at me. All the ladies who truly feel me. Throw your hands
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pocket. Back in the depression - he made a profit. A one-man crime wave - who can stop it?. The aged william in his pocket. Blackmail. blue films. narcotics. Served with the style of a real neurotic. And
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go with them. Reap the profit that reaps their lives and. Tell me that it's fine Throw them out and call it relocation. Lower income housing quick solution. A generation lost (In with the new