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north life


This for all them lil babies out the North you hear me?

Look, gang

This that d.o.l shit,fuck yo other gang bitch

Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch

Play and you bump bitch, we on that dumb shit

And fuck all dat hoe shit this that retro mob shit

Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit

Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it

Gun on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit

Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit

Get shot in your face huh, reaching for my chain huh

Made it out them chains huh, I'll never change huh

Still keep that same shit, catch me tryna drill some shit

Still with my same clique, you know I won’t change bitch.....

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princejay4
<p class="p1">&ldquo;The realest people don&rsquo;t have a lot of friends.&rdquo;</p><p class="p1">The power of a gun can kill</p><p class="p1">And the power of fire can burn</p><p class="p1">The power of wind can chill</p><p class="p1">And the power of the mind can learn</p><p class="p1">The power of anger can rage inside</p><p class="p1">Until it tears you apart</p><p class="p1">But the power of a smile,</p><p class="p1">Especially yours, can heal a frozen Heart</p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1">Your smile play a big part in why I want you</p><p class="p1">For your love, it ain&#39;t not tellin&#39; what I won&#39;t do</p><p class="p1">Yeah, you bad, I guess that&#39;s why they hatin&#39; on you</p><p class="p1">Why they mad? It&#39;s because they ain&#39;t got nothin&#39; on you</p><p class="p2">&nbsp;</p><p class="p1">you just came inside my life, don&#39;t make me put you in the past</p><p class="p1">People say she make you wonder, I try hard to make you laugh</p><p class="p1">Let&#39;s see how these bitches like you in a new Birkin bag</p><p class="p1">I could flew you on a jet with private thoughts to make it back</p><p class="p1">It&#39;s way too early, but they talkin&#39;, so I hit you with that sack</p><p class="p1">Jump out the back, I&#39;m like, &quot;Lay back,&quot; the way I pop out with that Mac</p><p class="p1">Remember when you was mine</p><p> <style type="text/css"> p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px}</style> </p><p class="p1">I&#39;m thinkin&#39; &#39;bout all the times I hit the blunt to get that shit from out my head, like, &quot;yeah,<span class="Apple-converted-space">&nbsp;</span></p>

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