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l.o.l. - not a song lyrics

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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)

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