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Flower Daniel

Matar A La Pista Pero Con Tu Movimiento Slow! Cada Vez Que Lo Mueve Asi Como Que Resalta El Sexy Flow (Ah!) Por Que El Ritmo Te Obligo! (Ah!) A Sacar El Sexy Flow

coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming, Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming In the black limo, Jack Daniels through the cracked

She used to play poker, late into the night with old friends. She drank Jack Daniels on the rocks, but never got drunk. She stood at that kitchen sink

things, bank account's overgrown All types of cheese, swiss, cheddar, provolone Guaranteed to burn wax like candles Track hittin' hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

[Bonus Track] A kiss without commitment's Like a flower without the rain It only leads to pain And it fills my heart with emptiness Your touch without

The Grim Reaper, it's all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel You like

People like the way my style is rollin' The crowd rebounds as I flow slowin' I'm not bull shittin', here's how I'm hittin' Funkin' it up more than George

(Kim Carnes/Daniel Moore) There's a place where we can go It's just a little hard to find Let it haunt you when you sleep And shine shine shine Find

fiends That smoke two p's with a c in between em Lb fam, makin the music niggaz dance to And we sip a very substantial amount of jack daniels L-o-est,