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Kitchen burnt myself I'm wounded
Burnt ma (kitchen)
Burnt myself I'm wounded
Burnt ma (kitchen)
Burnt myself I'm wounded
That boy he hit a trifecta
Messing

Could get right
Never ever had a situation lead to Confrontation when you see em boy It's on on sight
Bout to make a flip then a nigga took A L
Money

a spending spree
I don't wanna hit it damn, but shawty keep on tempting me
Tell the white girl I don't hate her, ain't even she let me on
It's just fucked up

a glove 
Tryna get with LC
She said leave me be
Hooking up with the bitch
There was no guarantee
Got me my blick
Go on a spree
Tryna hit a lick
Drop him

leave em all on read
So I don't trip I don't bitch
Boy I do just what I do
Make a flick and make a hit
I'm number one and never two
Know I'm lit you ain't

I'm going off then
Over head often
Gotta lotta baggage that's gonna cost em
Carry it on nobody saw them
Two and two you thought i lost em
Burdens

new shirt no lights in ya home
Tell me how the hell that make Sense don't know
At least these bitches thinking they got money on em doe
buddy new whip

it's just in me
Before I'll snitch, I'll tell 'em I'm guilty
Ayy i whip pussy, feel like Uncle Willy
That ho hopped on top
Told the bitch pop a wheelie

tell them come handle they business
(Bah, bah)
And I know the opps, they be snitchin'
I don't want no dealings
Stop droppin' my name in them disses
You

(haha)
Chain where the titties be (titties be), bag where the blicky be (uh-huh)
On some chill shit, but this MAC on a killin' spree (brrt, brrt, brrt)

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for

Have you ever made a promise to never tell?
Have you ever ran a fade in the county jail?
Sittin' in the cell, half a million dollar bail
Know you

plans, but I'm free, then he gon' drop 'em for me
When we hit the mall, go on a spree, yeah, he gon' cop it for me
Don't like to argue, what's the PIN? I

through the phone) 
See you when I get home

Baby, I know that you like me
You my future wifey
Soulja Boy, I tell 'em yeah
You could be my Bonnie
I can be

steps dog
Trying to motivate
All of my strong single moms
Baby daddies in prison
The kids tell you they miss 'em
They keep sending you pictures

TV, what's the news?
Tell me what if it's the moon that sees me at noon?
Shoppin' that's a quarter mil'
Pour a four to feel, fuck you like a tortoise

fallin' fallin, 
For you, For you, 

And so I hit Kelz and told em I did well, 
Victoria had so many secrets I unveiled, 
Already rocked the boat but I know

Yeah, Boy shut up you average
You not getting no cabbage
I was 16 started rapping aye
Rolling loud get the whole mass lit
About 2 years later and we

need drug money all my bread legit
Got it comin' in you can tell by my fit
And I got these niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin' like a zit, I'm gone

You know I