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I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About her whereabouts I wasn't convinced, so I kept feeding her money until her sh*t started to make sense
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I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About her whereabouts I wasn't convinced, so I kept feeding her money until her sh*t started to make sense
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
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I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About her whereabouts I wasn't convinced, so I kept feeding her money until her sh*t started to make sense
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
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nas1.jpgY'all niggas deal with emotions like bitchesWhat's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brotherYou traded your soul for richesMy child, I've watched you grow up to be famousAnd now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made itYou seem to be only concerned with dissin womenWere you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject meOr make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
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Guest Cousin Of Sleep
I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About her whereabouts I wasn't convinced, so I kept feeding her money until her sh*t started to make sense
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
lol.ILLUMINATI Want my mind, soul & my body...*shaolin receives text alert because the word illuminati was mentioned*
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nas1.jpgY'all niggas deal with emotions like bitchesWhat's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brotherYou traded your soul for richesMy child, I've watched you grow up to be famousAnd now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made itYou seem to be only concerned with dissin womenWere you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject meOr make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
I came in your bentley-back seat, skeeted in your jeep & left condoms on your baby seat.Nas lost.
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we turning to this in a post lyrics topic or what?
Might aswell, was just gong to be jay.The actuall topic is waffle, so might aswell post whatever..I see an interesting shaped leaf today..
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Guest Mickey Kane
I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About her whereabouts I wasn't convinced, so I kept feeding her money until her sh*t started to make sense
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's onI wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
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joe-budden.jpgI mean, are we hustling or are we grown up?everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone upwhen the new generation think about Jordanall they remember is when Iverson crossed him (Talk 2 Em!)take off the blazer, lossing up the tienigga fell in love and superman diedbetter learn to cover ya ears when the toys popI hate ya last single (pause) Boys Roccan we hear some new niggas with promise?the new generation won't forget you we promisewe'll always pay homagebut let's get one thing understood sonevery Encore ain't a good one! (Talk 2 Em!)
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I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About her whereabouts I wasn't convinced, so I kept feeding her money until her sh*t started to make sense
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's onI wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
Creep through your block f*ck a glock I stepThrough your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep
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nas1.jpgY'all niggas deal with emotions like bitchesWhat's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brotherYou traded your soul for richesMy child, I've watched you grow up to be famousAnd now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made itYou seem to be only concerned with dissin womenWere you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject meOr make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
I came in your bentley-back seat, skeeted in your jeep & left condoms on your baby seat.Nas lost.
Them unforgivable yet you will one day work for me lines there
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