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The coolest nigga,

Lord please have
And Michael Young history as
The nigga, what

I the Lord
But sometimes it's like I love me more
I the peace and I love the war
I love the seas and I love the
No for no beach; baby, that's law
But she doesn't therefore, I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I love her with all my
Every vein, every vessel, every lodged
every flower that I ever took apart
She said that she give me greatness, status
above the others
My face would covers
Of the magazines of the
Paper, the of which that I had never seen
Her eyes glow green with the of our dreams
The of our scene
The obsession for the bling
She be my queen, I could be her king
Together, she would me cool
And we would rule

And I never feel pain
And be without pleasure, ever again
And if the reign and everything's dry
She cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes
She'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my
If my ever stall and I plummet from the sky
But she will me high, and if I ever die
She would commission monuments on her to him
Or she'd retire as well
A match in Heaven, set the fires in Hell
And be

The nigga, what

Lord please have
And forgive Young history as
The nigga, what

And so our reign
The Trinity: Her and I,
No weather man could ever when her and I came
Hella hard, umbrella,
Put plywood over Pella
And pray to God that the subside
you gon' need a sub til he does reply
And not one of Jared's; you it's all arid
And e'eryt'ing's irie, supply
That means another July my endless summer
That was the eye of the Unger, Felix
Cause he is the amongst the
Younger outstanding achieving
The ones that had deadbeat and well-to-do mommas
But not well to keep 'em from us
The ones that were in class who might not pass
Rap record pressured to laugh at a not fast
Can you it?
Is what I got
Do I her?
Said, I know
got my heart, Game got my soul
One missing sunshine will never hurt your soul
Quote to a crying, dishonored mama
Who's the mama to the daughter I had fathered from afar
My new lady gave me a and a necklace with a solid gold key
Like the starter of a car, the opener of a door, or two of raw
You me a baby, but what about lately?
Then right up in her face, G
more fish in the sea
I'm on my to be

The nigga, what

Lord please sympathy
And forgive Michael history as
The nigga, what

Come, these are the of The Cool
Guaranteed to go and make you fail from school
And seek grails like a fool
And hang with the players of the
of the hustle
No heaven up you, no hell underneath ye
And no one will thee
So shed no tear we're not here
And keep your faith as we
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