How I love that old melody they are playing, I've heard it in so many different songs. It's made stars of country music singers, And the tune just keeps
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m a rhyme, told em that this sing got me signed, Try to put me in a box I will not stay there And if I fall I will not lay there, Grown man, this is not
Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button Front of all you in your car
my thang My words will shock you, my songs will scare you You fit to die real soon, let me prepare you For that rectangle box, you deserve to die, you
pen I start doing the sickest I got the flow locked behind each bar And if I get too wild You can throw me in the box of ya car, it's not that far My
too strong What y'all make in a year, I kick that for a song Check my car, I don't care, I don't play fair Keep some shit in the stash box, then get
from Detroit City, then pay attention I'm about to sing your song son Well, I'm not a man appointed judge To bear ill-will and hold a grudge But I think
it again if you miss me before Its no big deal I have so a big will And them little cars with so big wheels Put a little box for them all big steels
I get that million bucks will I remain the same? Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed? Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend
