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Samuel Maynard55 Plays
•29 May 2020
Yeah, yeah Ayo, my squad, it's time. It's time, my squad (aight, my squad, begin). Straight out the greasy dungeons of rap. The Lamborghinis drops deep as does my planes. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousin of hurricane. Beyond the walls of dogs, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in a San Fra state of mind. Hope the reins got some reigns. My pains don't like no dirty veins. Run up to the remains and get the hurricane. In a San Fra state of mind. What more could you ask for? The quiet Lamborghinis? You complain about the cold. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the beanies. I'm rappin' to the snake, And I'm gonna move your cake. Pointless, tiny, sharp, like a goat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a coat. I can't take the the cold, can't take the Florida. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no corrida. I'm rappin' to the cake, And I'm gonna move your snake. Yea, yaz, in a San Fra state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a snapple. I waz kicked out without no chapel. I never thought I'd see that rappel. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's dapple. An entertaining apple is quite the pineapple. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).
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Yeah, yeah Ayo, my squad, it's time. It's time, my squad (aight, my squad, begin). Straight out the greasy dungeons of rap. The Lamborghinis drops deep as does my planes. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousin of hurricane. Beyond the walls of dogs, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in a San Fra state of mind. Hope the reins got some reigns. My pains don't like no dirty veins. Run up to the remains and get the hurricane. In a San Fra state of mind. What more could you ask for? The quiet Lamborghinis? You complain about the cold. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the beanies. I'm rappin' to the snake, And I'm gonna move your cake. Pointless, tiny, sharp, like a goat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a coat. I can't take the the cold, can't take the Florida. I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no corrida. I'm rappin' to the cake, And I'm gonna move your snake. Yea, yaz, in a San Fra state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a snapple. I waz kicked out without no chapel. I never thought I'd see that rappel. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's dapple. An entertaining apple is quite the pineapple. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).
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