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Mag 7

All right i know you're young So I don't mean to ruin it So much wasted I just wish that you could stay Morning May the 7th I wake up by your side Your

gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one You gotta drink Crist-ALL Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7

get the best of me To make a big fat grip (grip) Land of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip Come test me, don't wanna do it, I keeps it jumpin .44 Mag

300 in another nigga lane Better aim, you dealin with a 7-10 split [Crooked I] That's Long Beach cause we on some 7-10 shit [Joell Ortiz] I've been

who sails the seven Seas left us in the studio trackin our tracks And were getting freaky-o paparazzi got a Satellite 24-7 on my home-o, uh-oh with

want to bring up the topic of my past It's legendary in the hood how I got my cash I'm legendady in the hood so I got the mag And I've never been a fronter

auml;dchen seh süpr' ich bald schon es ist ganz bestimmt eine da die mich nimmt. Aber dann vergleich ich sie mit dir in Gedanken stehst du neben ihr mag

doch keiner verwehr'n. Wenn auch die Herzen sagen was Verliebte alles fragen mein Herz das klopft wie dein Herz - tausendmal: Ich hab' dich lieb. C{

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t sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up Heater no heater, automatic no matic Mag or no mag