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Person L Good Days

the bitches I'm rapping now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days

know Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown Contend with the fifth dog Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E Get took to the

good The night to last forever Now tell was that a crime Tell me which is the greatest sin Those were the last days of disco Those were the last days

Mama Morton] Welcome, ladies. Got a little motto Always sees me through "When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you". You might think l'd make your

into my personal haze But now that I'm back in the lights of l4th Street Tomorrow will be brighter than the good old days Waiters Those good old days

good The night to last forever Now tell was that a crime Tell me which is the greatest sin Those were the Last Days Of Disco Those were the last days

the bitches I'm rapping now reminiscing and god damn it we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days

would of thunk it huh? L-O-L You even seem content I notice that you're more focus Drinking less is well Anyways its been too many months having henny days

, she's my peeps and I know I'm blessed but in a flash, trash is rising up in my flesh Our talks are pure, nothing but about the Good Shepherd But Honey