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Infowars host Alex Jones threatens Adam Schiff: "I’ll beat your goddamn ass"
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PGF Nuk - Lil Boyz Lyrics & traduction
This has happened to me, and it will happen to you when your darling baby skips all too quickly from a sassy but cuddly threenager to a 4-year-old. These little 4 year olds are trying to do the work of childhood with the emotional capacity of babyhood. And it is fucking exhausting. Oh, yes, you can feel bad for their muddle of emotions. You might want to swoop them into your arms and cuddle them. Sometimes they will melt, babyhood winning, just desperate for comfort and a kiss and some love. You can rock them.



The Terrible Twos Got Nothing On The F*cking Fours
Bad Boy killers take money You know the realest is niggaz take money We bring it to you take money Verse One: Tupac First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West side when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M. Interlude: Tupac Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, feel it! I take money, crash and mashin through Brooklyn with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked Verse Four: Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene of da caper Like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin in the wide open, guns smokin no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across Soon as the funk was poppin off Nigga I hit em up Outro: Tupac Now you tell me who won I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M. You little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?





Noun, singular or mass Everyone has that experience of looking up at the stars and being like, 'Holy fuck. Verb, past tense It's 8 a. You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened
