Adios Goodnight

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Adios, Goodnight

your times up

say goodbye

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you know we make em say dammit

when they see that new mclerin and

the big whips parked outside

time to take the game over

to the little lane niggas take your ass to the back of the line

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hmm... i think about it nobody deserves a hi, a hey

no sometimes i fall in love i cant be touched it wasn't lust

i payed enough i know whats up my shows a buck fifty

my doughs go up im really the only one with a sixty two

in my city placs everywhere call your dentist

mr. do it big pop thighs

come get your spin it in people's magazine to tha buy

imma get the women i dont have to lie. lets the f i dont fly missin

Poe Boy not the sandwhich but the souths religion

folks died over this, we got a brother in prison

so what i hustled to get it, its any beef you can get it

the blue-print of the business listed for a small percentage

hmm...shut the fuck up and listen. ok i know your not my dog

but ima get you a biscuit. turnin tricks rule hard you should hang

with the bitches. this is the realest verse i ever talked so all you gonna

hear is crickets...

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hey, its back to business the women make me more iggnorent

some say damn that boys just shy and me to say damn that poy boy grind

guess who was that, the homie that you been waiten on

24 settin on him, movie boy made it on him, 67 inch bag made back laid back

all black with my stick it in the throat like way back

still G ko V no billy blue green for the money to long

and the team to strong G full bud the law I can do no wrong

No miami, east west side fly blowing biggie on the west side

anytime you need to see the culture i am the bomb like a

televin soldier.

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just long way versache, gotta kill, miami had all for teal

lufa cambell, pussy get bammed in the U.S

home of the get high, home of the key press

it's only home on montana, panoramic glass on the benz

with the camera, the big bed of nails, i hit her with the hammer

if this be the scale, the yellow tailed snapper.

son like mahi, mark jailed dupa

good 99 wispers the shooter, flat with the ruler

ill be the teacher, brisc you down were them haters can't reach ya

20 for the feature 10 for the deal, tookthe trick playas

do it for the kids, cold like a fridge, hot like lava

on these backwoods, pulling on them string da da's

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