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hotboys I'm burning up the town
We taking it by the pound
I done got some flaws but fuck it I'm still proud
Outcomes for your future happen in the past

just up and go please ye
I wanna love you like I love my mama
Leave that shit home I don't want no drama
If you do that for me I can your baby father

how they ask for

New York City I’m gonna sing it to my last note and I’m gonna give it to your bitch like it’s my last stroke!

I could never fold

these bozos gonna clown us
Like buddy go get your racks up
How you hate on a nigga, ain't able
If I say I ain't got it don't mean I ain't able
Smokin'

Tales from the Dorkside (featuring Darko the Super)
written by Nathan Conrad, Evan Souza and Nick Mitchell
Publishing for Darko the super: Outer

a very good excuse

For telling your eight year old you’ll put poison in her food

Cuz she made you angry.

Chorus:

In my head I always hear her screaming

to the principal for my potty mouth
Talkin' bout some
"give me your number so we
Can call the house" but gimme got shot
So the ink stainin' my record now
You pull

like Ding-Dong
You see them dogs in the front yard I'm hitting yo Mama yeah Bing Bong
She singing my song just to sing along
She shaking ass in that tiny

that angels was surrounding
Prayin hands my mama she was on the bounty
for my soul
Six years on the go
Switchin up homes I was always on the road
Broken

Its been a long ride, by your side
Some long years but I did the time
Thinking of a reason why I can't find
What do you do to leave a soul-tie?
Spend

You got your own shit I'm trying to unpack mine
Had to come back home, think, and unwrap time
These photo book lyrics a picture is worth a thousand

broadens the shoulders
No it ain't over til big mama sings out that it's over
Please
I need a second for peace
I need a second to think
I'm losing my touch

It's a different thing
It's a magnificent thing
God gifted thing
For you to make my heart sing
It's the way that we're holding
And we shaping and we

the cycle while you on the race to get fly
Their neighbors housing address is the only code they live by
Never respond to hatred your attitude get no replies

Cadillacs & Chevys

Jarren Benton

My Grandma's Basement

2013

Still leave these sucka ass niggas in hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!

Snap

Live from my grand-mama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,

for em
Smoking Luke Skywalker, I ain't see Star Wars
Surrounded by OGs, all I saw was gang wars
Cruising like I'm sailing, clear water Cayman
Came from

Yeah
Yeah just turn it up a lil more
I'm feeling like I am a man amongst all these boys
She told me she think that I'm pretty
She want me to sing
She

I'd do anything for you, guess I lied
I know I can't do nothin' without my iron
I fucked around and shot the wrong damn nigga tryna slide
Ayy, fuck

Show 'em your worth they change up the price
You know what you worth this is your life
Lil' mama too bad, she break all necks
I want all cash, don't

Fire

Kitchie Nadal

Kitchie Nadal

Little child, did you throw the dice again?
Black and blue paint on your wall
Hey, didn't mama tell you that she loves you so?
Even if her bones are

And Lord I'm calling, You still ain't answered 
I'm hoping you get the chance, I'm just wondering what your plans was
And how you could call me son,

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aye

She say can you sing to me like the Temptations
'Fo I had the locs you know I used to temp fade 'em

More than you can take
But now im playin by the books
And i aint playin no games
My mama raised on me on her own
Ridin thru those waves she surfed alone

friends 
Got a real thing going and I won't be coming back

'Cause I know when you got a good thing you can here your heart sing 
Woo

You're a Betty