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Drag gon' show y'all niggas how we lock this *. Now Eve gonna show y'all niggas how we drop these hits. Now we gonna show y'all niggas how we pop this Cris. Drag E, dash V, on E Now Drag gon' show
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, s'endorment. Tranquilles, tranquilles. . Qu'ils ne meurent pas au fusil, . En expirant dйjа la vie. Qu'а peine, ils allaient vivre, . Qu'ils ne gйmissent pas leurs cris, . Seuls, rejetйs ou incompris
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, s'endorment. Tranquilles, tranquilles. . Qu'ils ne meurent pas au fusil, . En expirant dйjа la vie. Qu'а peine, ils allaient vivre, . Qu'ils ne gйmissent pas leurs cris, . Seuls, rejetйs ou incompris
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to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle. Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than lark vorhees. . Man * that nigga 'cris man, for real man. I'm tired of. This * man. Man I try
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Ecoute ces cris. Ecoute bien l'enfance. Ecoute la vie. Ecoute l'insouciance. Ne fais pas de bruit. Ecoute ca comme c'est vrai. A ne triche jamais. Ecoute la chance qu'on avait. Et si les
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Un jour le bon Dieu. Le front soucieux. Se *** " Mon vieux. Ton grand ciel bleu. N'a rien de rose. Plus j'y rflchis. Plus je me this. Qu'il manque ici. Un paradis. Ou autre chose ". Il fit t
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Un jour le bon Dieu. Le front soucieux. Se *** " Mon vieux. Ton grand ciel bleu. N'a rien de rose. Plus j'y rflchis. Plus je me this. Qu'il manque ici. Un paradis. Ou autre chose ". Il fit t
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don't dance all i do is this. It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist. Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this. Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this *. You mix a lil' Cris with a little
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Internet and download me. Get my computer love right off your screen. See your body's cut just like my jewelry. We can pop some cris' in my jacuzzi. You'll be goin' Up and down. Go left and right. Go
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they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers. In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris. Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist. Keep bread so we carry dem toaster. But keep back
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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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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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that should\'nt treat you that way. And I don\'t understand why\'d you take that route?. Look at yourself. Your beautiful inside and out. You need to drop that zero (uhh). Let me swoop you off your feet
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For the ladies. Look here girl. I wanna be your mother, your father. Your brother, your sister. Your everything I think I might wife her. You know, powder blue Rocawear suite. White Nikes, my ni
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around. So if his story. Nt stand, I might lend a hand, you understand? (ie. The rhyme is planned, dummies). . The flickering needle jumps into red. New york crawls out of it's bed. . And the lamb
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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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we pop Cris right after we hit the swiss. Then later on that night you ain't gonna believe this * There was a knock at the door. Now check it I'm bout to hip ya. The door opens what about ten or
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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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. 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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, 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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ear, steam on the rock. Purple in the air, green in his pocket I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you. Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you. That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris
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hit it, I want Chris to hit it. To I know you with it bitches. Mad 'cause I partied then danced up with your girl friend. Smoked and bent mainly drunk off Cris'. And I wasn't even feelin' that bitch
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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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niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl. Make 50 spill his cris, he'll call you a bitch. I'ma call you and hit, you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick. I got the lollipop if you wanna
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you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like cris. I lay my feet upon the path and now I'm walkin'. I spread my wealth out or someone close will have me layin' in a ditch. I have my friends
