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Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your

shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
I'm wit my niggas ridin' round
Tryna catch ya niggas lackin'
Leave ya body on the ground
Momma told me

And it happened slowly 
It's enough about that
I did this rap by my doly 
I dont need me no stamp 
I'm too old for a og
All of that smoke 
I got that in my

Ks Iss time to slide on em
Took big fella out the game you know I’m
Dying on em
Lately baby, Murda Murda on my mind only!
Do a jumpin jack up

got options to get them plays off
Coolant on Ks that got range to flip a rover truck
Get them collie budds by the pound word to this wood of Runtz

a task ya I'm gonna pass, ya by no means a failure
Imma procrastinator
Ready willing and able
Get job I don't, not that I won't, but right now unavailable

skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by

Do you want ice? Of course
Do you live life? Of Course
Burly boy by choice
No I can't fit in the Porsche
I could've played five sports
Balling in

grab her by her waist
She ain't even bossy but she giving me a raise
Rub my dick across her face, she said she love the way I taste
Rub her pussy, touch

fridge 
Been about that action since the older days 
Niggas puttin' bodies on the throwaways 
Latex gloves on when we loadin' Ks 

You should know what

Limpish Limpsson
By lyrics you're amazed
By my fat you are afraid
By my powers will be saved
I will destroy the world, grenade
My rap give people

what's the most you done ever spent?
Gettin' paid, this the most I done ever saved
We gon' hop out with Ks and it's broad day

I been savin' my guala,

feminine ways
I get the drop, I'ma pay, they gon' spray where you stay
I had to check on my man, think he part of the Klan
Keep a mask, he got too many Ks

Booty Man

Craig David

Born to Do It [UK]

2001

One two buckle my shoe
Three four step inside the venue and I 
See in the corner of my eye
This beautiful girl 
That's standing by the bar

yells, lyrics'll excel
Rappers gettin' smoked
You can smell the hot shells
Your style is fake, snake, well dramatized
You might as well be a
Singer but

Take It Back [Bonus Track]

Ed Sheeran

x [Deluxe]

2014

a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars

last
Umm, I'm sorry, then I took out my notes
In the back I got a mass of lyrics that I've wrote 
Keep it hidden with right arm like I might strike harm

friends
Livin in a digital age
I made it all by myself
Better gimmy a pass 
Im smoking all of your gas 
(Hold on)
Pass me some dope 
And you get what you

Even when I'm not with it I'm near it
Even when it's not calling I hear it
Even when I'm not seeing the clearest
Even when I'm not feeling my lyrics

on, keep on pushing

Look
What's your motive?
What's your motive in making these lyrics?
Are you trying to touch the people as soon as they hear it?
See

Listen
My rhyming skill tears the flesh like a tyrannosaurus
Is that the best lyric you're spitting and performing for us
Your verses are shite, with

Come and take a trip they love to quote these lyrics
Come and take a sip to see your true intentions
Come and take a ride
Come and take a trip they

So cold 


Hook
Baby said she wanna leave wit me 
Come on let's go 
But you you can't be with me 
I know that's so cold 
Lyric
This is how we living

Blowing minds
Blowing loud
Lyrics, yeah I jot 'em down
Homie make life what you want it
If you know what I'm about
Uh
I think it's time to put down what's