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gonna just roll over
You think that I'm here to please ya
But you don't even know, oh baby
I got you wrapped around my finger

Don't open your mouth
of his hand

He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel
And a ring on every finger of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump
So, what's your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics
or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin'
still
of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel named
how to work her pussy muscles when yo dick is in that cootie
That's right
Yeah her nookie's the bomb
She had niggas wrapped around her middle finger
of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel named
forced to sell crack rap and get a job
You gotta do somethin' man your ass is grown

Say, drug dealin' just to get by
Sing, stack ya money till it gets sky
opened your heart and you let me in

I could/can see the love shining in your eyes

It feels like yesterday, that hot summer night down by the lake

Hearts
two hats

So move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong
move back you little newjack
'Fore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only you
But your whole crew whacked
Too strong and I'm too black
by a Mack truck 
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up 
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up 
I'mma take you
break em up
Two ? and a pound-cake (";Yeah nigga, wake em up!";)
Keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case niggaz
Start brawlin, because I see
the nine four and nine five area 
Reggie Noble and Rockwilder in the house for the nizzow 
If you don't know you might as well close your biz out 
(To my
steady summer breeze
Run into your town, run into her town
Feelin' my sound spreadin' around
We spreadin' around like the plague
I got you movin' hips,
steady summer breeze
Run into your town, run into her town
Feelin' my sound spreadin' around
We spreadin' around like the plague
I got you movin' hips,
heard the song, so mind your own mane
And you'll be fine and you be cool
And all you young brothas, you better stay in school
Quit runnin around tryin
dress on
Whatever
Been around, stuck her till she poppin bout
"Hey take your blood clot finger off me bottom"
Anyway, another dime I met one time
I'm
down, Drag's probably not around
So I'm not one to claim by either one of you dames
If y'all catch Drag with a mane, trust me
She got my last name
contraceptives
And aluminum, wrapped in all foil
I play a game, slick to be oil
For the other roaches, MC's I boil
And roast, mega degrees
I swarm around with
We're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals
Vicodin with inner tubes, wrapped around the arm
To see the vein like a chicken on the barn
Top cat chat,
shoulder and peepin' around corners
My mind is playin' tricks on me

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
from Spotify
Bye, Bye killers
On a high five business
Gonna ride by the sickest
In your high ride to the hitlist
If we ain't spoke in ages
Then
Uhh, yeah
Ha ha

[Choclair]
I remember seeing you in spaghetti straps
Nappack held up by you ass back
When I seen it, I was like DAMN!
Girl do you have
Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier 
Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite 
The grammar, hype, nigga check your stacks