Or know them testament verses
Raybands...hide the face of,
I came up hungry
Beaches of normandy.
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
Everything i wanted never seem so close
Out of mind out of sight
Not only had the fiend died
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
Chasing money in the city of crime
Of potential cases
Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs
Cause america the terror of,
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special
Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential
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