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Boy Hits Car Other

The lie took to me I am only doing this, the Freedom, share now, others lust for new far wholesome sky.. So I get up.. under her fury can I Let the water

As I, I put my ear to the grass Oh hey, boy You better look into your eyes before The ray will start taking over your mind But when I wrote these thoughts

I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip! First I need a crackhead with a credit card So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car Just make

I come with a slew of hits that'll massacre the planet Obliviating the earth And diabolically smashing everything for whatever it's worth It's Busta Rhymes godfather beast boy

where ever your sick tickle desire The gangsters of this other century Transforming hustlers and players into sissies So slim goodie You don't want no drug boy

way that she was brought up And i know that u were smiling when u see that car i bought her And u sent tears from heaven when u seen my car get balled

's the rose or the drop. (Break it down!) Bring the weed and speeding on the road with the wop. (whooo!) Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop; Come

plowboy's lonely prayer. She was the daughter of the Mayor. The Mayor fought my courtship for he'd made other plans He saw her married to a better man than a boy

City's like kronick, see my blood shine eyes. I couldn't stop this even if I tried when I'm at the car show I got them sayin' brown pride. Like Roger