Dj Clue lyrics

Dj Clue lyrics

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Hero lyrics
no one sits with him,he doesn't fit in but we feel like we do when we make fun of him cause you want to belong,do you go along? cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong it's not like you hate him or want him to die but maybe he

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[Noreaga]
Them niggas really think that it's a game but it's not
Niggas kept frontin', Brown got popped
Word on life, word on my click
All a niggas really got in his life is his word and his dick
And I s
Amsterdam Conversation lyrics
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone into a reciever with no tongue offering, little to what it knows Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats when heaven is remembered but never seen through hearts shaped like kal
tay true to them like both of them laws
Niggas talk shit my click's not ridin' them dogs
Niggas hate me cause broke and can't floss
Yo I cop coke, cook it up or buy it cooked already
Like a '98 six wild like a Chevy
Yo I floss now, look how much my jewels cost now
I'm realizin' that you me so I hate y'all too
so both sides is hate so it's mutual
Beautiful, my guns make it shoot-able
Shoot at you send staff to clap you
Yo my name's Nori but only fam calls me 'Poppi'
That nigga's homo like the cat who killed Versace
3e Sexe lyrics
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas) Dans la rue des tenues charmantes Maquille comme mon fiance Garcon, fille l'allure stupefiante Habille comme ma fiancee Cheveux longs, cheveux blonds colores Toute nue dans une boite en fer Il est belle, il e
br>Homo thug, yo I shoulda know sooner
My click stay in jail like Robert Downey Jr.
Like outlaw in the beacon, nigga we can
fuck wit' niggas think they live while y'all weaklings
I'm from Iraq, play the cut smoke mad trees
Buy my own business, concentrate on my cheese
Yo the door lock, four knocks and one symbol
I'm like '98 Live, you like Double Dribble
Aye yo, thugged out, no rules, playin' the game
Every man for hisself, just recievin' the pain
It's like you tall, 21, no out, just go hard
Rest in piece I gotta
Tangerine lyrics
Breathless from the coffee I drop my newspaper down And left my eyeballs and read about some other town Your blueberry flu and message at breakfast was nice But when you shoot your mouth off expect to pay the price She's a tangerine Made in Cal
ay to Yammy and Taj
It's like bitches never learn, money to burn
Yo I'm leavin' like me and Nate (I'm leavin'!!) let me say this
I used to rock to G-U-E with the SS
now I'm in the '98 black GS
Golden with kid in my shit, on some full grits headlights
Shit shine from Def Jam to Crown Heights
Now my click keep guns, time to fight
Open the flip on the star-tech and check the message
Cock ten Sprint phones caught a deal
What, one and the same like thugged out and Ill Will

It's all real, still from Iraq...


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