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Back in forth, forth and back just call me ball
These rug burns got my knees feelin' kind of raw
She's bustin' nuts repeatedly can't be mad at me
to want me, but you didn't want to
But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece, he filled
Laid on the river
Is where I found the peace of mind
Is where I used to take her hand
Is when I take my breakdown by
I want to tell her now
All
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
trends bit by bit (bit bit)
Fuck your likes and fuck your shoes
Oh another night with booze?
Isn't that just getting lame?
Compared to you i'm getting laid
Yeah you know I'm pissed off
Catch me by the seesaw
I'm about to assault
Shooting back a highball
Know I'm not no hooper
But I like her hoops though
Take
Man the streets been gettin tricky pray I make it out this bitch
Suckas barkin' like it's funk but they be quick to go and snitch
Walked em' down
to hit that
40 laid right next me he pop up blow her wig back
And I fuck her off the perky she Cuba yea you did
Only get one chance and I be damned if I
out of his mouth in a half of a blinking
There are all kind of words coming to hit me, to tricky me, slipping me like drinking me and quickly stiffly
Ripping my pace
Fire in the basement
Maze, I can't locate
Moon I can't relate
Love, I can't relate
Sun, I can't relate
By my side
By my side
By my side
cooling with my niggas
So bitch go figure, its that kind of night, alright?
I love you
The things that cross my mind while I'm by myself
I hate you
oils and laid in the sun by the women
Hidden in riddles the way of the middle
Deciphered in silence unravelled like some kind of sweater
Then wait for
I think of all the madness in my head oh
All of the things that I did back then
Oh when I'm in my bed
I think of all the memories I've had oh
All
I been clutching two k's like im montana
Off the scene i been laid back ducking cameras
Baldyred in the kitchen with this arm and hammer
Hold it down
my thing, but now I want my baby back
Girl I can't
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Damn, just picked the wrong time to mess up
From the time you left me, up until
Laid up with my bad leg in Lenox
Crisis deepening by the day
Limping on down the road to Texas
Heat beatin’ down in my face
Should I go left
he up, like her period boy you late as shit
Larry Bird back-to-back, two trays in the crib
Aimin' for the head, you the one shoot from the hip
Aimin'
left out in the rain
With nothing to gain but teardrop stains
Being haunted by a memory as I think back
The things we used to do and how we used
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
That in whatever you do; try your best not to get the Queen rattled
(The Queen)
Don't rattle me that
My fantasies taking me back
(Don't Rattle Me) Don't
bitch getting the bag
Bringing home to daddy
Motherfucker, we ain't playing
The sun's going down
Throw the profit on the bed
I laid back like a king
While
To the bom bom diggy-zizzy need the tricky i said i really xxx don't forget the cab. A piece a my piece my soul control the beast, get arrest off my
high I know
If the times gone by
Hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
Come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams
Sometimes I feel like
Screaming
Heaven wouldn't be
So high I know
If the times gone by
Hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
Come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams
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