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Thats mess up we all Muslims why are u fighting

Can u put whatsapp to this?

I heard it was because the Prophet Mohamed Sala lahu alai wa salam wanted to show the jews that he is related to moses then themis it true

Inside Hummer truck this coop is that coop right here

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain't Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe's ear
So the venom is caged, I'm underpaid
I can only give 'em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it's something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling

Sweet breakfast niggas can't mess with my cooking

[Intro]
You hate when I go missing
You hate we ain't cool no more, there's some distance
You hate, you hate
You hate me, hate me, hate me (Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh)

[Verse 1]
Can you feel the waves? (The waves)
Can you feel my body, feel my pain? (My pain)
Can you ease my mind? I'll make it rain
I got twenties, fifties, hundreds, I got bank (Bank)
To spend on you
Oh-oh, ooh-woah, we can't move too slow (Move to slow)
Oh-oh, ooh-woah, bae, I gotta go
Oh-oh, ooh-woah, where you gotta go? (Now)
Oh-oh, ooh-woah, it's me time, on my own
My love, my love
[Verse 2]
Guess it's a scary thing, you can't find me
Difference between me and you, you just try me
Scary hours, I gotta move different
No marriage shawty, told you I'm too pimpin'
Like Bun B and love-vendor C, I'm uptown
Got your face all screwed up, you need to slow it down
Down, down, down-down
Down, down, down-down
Are you around? Are you in town?
Call up your friends and bring 'em round (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

[Verse 3]
Feelings on too strong, I gotta miss it, baby
Messages too long, we gotta fix it, baby
I can't rush to get back home, you know you so crazy
And I'm way too addicted to money to take off some days
I be tryna change my love, my love, my love
I swear, my love, my love, my love (My love)
Ooh, I'm faded, I'm faded

[Instrumental Outro]

This Thea right here is made with lemon make u loose fat quick

I lived in America I already know how to barb but out here in Africa at work is like the boss hating on me he's tryna tell me what am doing is something different by force not barbin man I can give myself a Goddamn cut

Sick hair style huhniggas can mess with meI really does it

[Spoken - Neighbour]
*door knocking*
How many goddamned times do I have to tell you to turn that gangbangin’ music off?
Everyday? Every damn night? Crip this, crip that! Goddamnit!

[Spoken - TeeCee4800]
Man...Shut the Bleep up!

Madala sweet sweet one I want chop some of these hmmm

Here we go again
Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs
And the bad bitches all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign

The game is mine, I'm so far in
I'm speaking with an accent who just caught twin
Can't even relax in my room
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof

This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my trippers getting black plastic bag money
We talkin' 'bout that bad money
That IRS, K Tax money, ya dig me?

Hi My name is fadal I live in Togo and i'm looking for a real cheap room to rent

Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high
(Bumping gangsta music)
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high
(Bumping gangsta music)
Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high
(Bumping gangsta music)
Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
Chevy ridin' high
(Bumping gangsta music)

Real nigga, self made, that's straight up
I don't walk in the door 'til them niggas pay up
Niggas start trippin'
We bust, they duck, they run, they stuck, they homie hit, they bleeped
Nigga, that's how it go in the hood
Mike see the hood, hit up on the store in the hood
You can catch me on the 8 or on the 4 in the hood
On the bike runnin' from the popos in the hood
Went months without cable 'cause my momma wasn't able
Now I'm stacking paper, tryna sign the homies to the label
Niggas stay hatin' and I stay bangin'
I never gave a Bleep or caught fades in my braces
The game is so basic
You probably think it's complicated
'Cause most of these niggas mindsets is discombobulated
My bad, sorry for the big ass words
Flyin' on jets that look like big ass birds
I Bleep with gangsters, strippers, rich ass nerds
Nigga, this that herb
Let me hit that purp
That bitch you wit', I hit that first
I heard your girl from the flip, yeah that bitch got burnt
Half of these niggas lyin' 'bout all the niggas they murked
I'm a G 'til I'm buried six feet under the dirt
Yeah, my momma all sad that I'm never at home
And my daddy all happy that I'm finally on
Pushaz Ink, all I know is Pushaz Ink to the dome
I got shooters, them niggas only think with the chrome
I'll sneak in your home
Yup, I used to be a flock boy
I grew up breaking the rules 'cause I was listenin' to Hot Boys, bitch