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Thousands Millions Extra Time

you some extra-time X2 A God or a Saint A mother, the dna The fucked genome or any other cause Stealing you some extra-time With the right chick Stealing me some extra-time

takes Put you out your misery, Kathy Bates I'm Young Money, I'm Cash Money If we could buy time, I spend my last money Now I'm spending time, you in

and walls A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad

Nothin' ?? ?? bookoom be standin' on feet Now you know I run with ignorant niggas All of 'em wild Thousand of people out Fuck that sprayin' the crowd Ain't no time

I didn't come this far just to walk away I could have turned around a thousand times And went back to where I'm from I'd go an extra million miles If

races. As many of you fans know already the route or track of the race orbits and glides, has been increased by 5000 million kilometers thus enabling

Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin' Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go [Verse 2] Some days I make thousands Some days I make millions

work out in time So sit right down and I'll tell you about the plan I'm gonna make you fifty thousand dollars and I'll only take ten million But did

people that we're living in these times One in three adult Americans cannot read or write And their children go to bed hungry every night And two million