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have to be over the age of 18 in order to buy the explicit version of this cd. We have the edited version also.(Mid) nigga fuck that edited bullshit
Cause I'mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a seven in the face, but a ten in the ass
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just
Caught by many, broke two fuckin' arms, son, engage for bail
Beat the case, got my big gauge, back as well

With rap, you can sing such amazing tales,
Cause I'mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a seven in the face, but a ten in the ass
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just
'Cause I'mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a seven in the face, but a ten in the ass
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just
'Cause I'mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a seven in the face, but a ten in the ass
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just
all done this fall

Boys, send my Mother my wages--the wages I have earned
Cause I am afraid, boys, my last steer I have turned
I'm going to a new
say wuzzup to g-force, my man without a porsche 

a shout out to sean and mikah(???) 

for throwin those parties 

and how ya doin johnny walker in
they jive fakin woody

Yeah..
Tre shots of life for all night you dig it
Camp-ah hotta pinata
Too big quiver get hipper
Spillin coffee inside my automo'
fort?" "Playboy books and cigars." - Last verse same as the first Acapulco version, ten times worse
get your head cut off
Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off
My perspective is respect this or expect
To be left With a neck full
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big

[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
they jive fakin woody

Yeah..
Tre shots of life for all night you dig it
Camp-ah hotta pinata
Too big quiver get hipper
Spillin coffee inside my automo'
that's where I'm puttin' you
Look in my eyes and remember me, how does it feel mentally
Havin' the enemy be the last thing you ever see?
The recipe is
booty bitches, love feelin on some titties
If you think this shits explicit
Dont let your kids hear it 
Bitch pop that pussy, and shake that ass
Last
legit that's all I need
I'm free to rot my teeth with coca co I utilise
The phenylalanic flow to tap the toe and rock it
Live I survive by the means I
Yeah, big Strick, let's get it on
Yo, last night I had a nightmare that I was wack
Nope, I'm sorry, it's that you said something dope
Fuck it, it
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
nightmares into wet dreams
I'm in a new crib, so big, I'm talkin' town size
Sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho,
because I'm not answering
Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise I'm mishandling?
Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucks
My
one, you better bring your big gun 

Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with 
They can't simutale my thoughts or fuck with 
Creative testosterone,
Peace to Jack tripper and those Wellstone bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks
Instead I got an army full of women screaming
watch 'em all

Jack the Ripper, Jack, Jack the Ripper
Peace to Jack tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had
Well Lyrics
    by Susan Boyle
    December Lyrics
    by Olivia
    My Last Lyrics
    by Big Sean
    Make It Bump Lyrics
    by Far East
[Hook]

[Sean Paul]
Yea I'm back (back), drop top 'lac on deck
Crease in my slash shawty how you love dat
You know the name you hear the slang
Shawty