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l.o.l. - not a song كلمات الأغنية

myeah, yeah
ayo, my guy, it’s time
it’s time, my guy (aight, my guy, begin)
straight out the crazy dungeons of rap

the satchel drops deep as does my benz
i never sleep, ’cause to sleep is the brother of trans
beyond the walls of witches, life is defined
i think of art when i’m in a chicago state of mind

hope the hands got some lens
my cleanse don’t like no dirty friends
run up to the trans and get the sans

in a chicago state of mind
what more could you ask for? the quiet satchel?
you complain about being broke
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the hatchel

i’m rappin’ to the weed
and i’m gonna move your rat

pointless, super, single, like a money
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a blini

i can’t take the being broke, can’t take the p-ssycat
i woulda tried to grind i guess i got no at

i’m rappin’ to the rat
and i’m gonna move your weed

yea, yaz, in a chicago state of mind

when i was young my brother had a blini
i waz kicked out without no honey
i never thought i’d see that sunny
ain’t a soul alive that could take my brother’s bunny

a loud town is quite the at

thinking of art. yaz, thinking of art (art)

- l o l

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