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to the seat
Took a few shots now it's back to the freak
Then I wake up next morning with my pants at my feet
Fell asleep with laptop porn on my couch
After

your top off
Pull my pants down said you wanna top me off
Let's hit the L twice down my lungs get a couple coughs
Feels good got my eyes rolling back

creativity that shit's expansive
I be flying by the seat of my pants, but niggas be thinking I planned it
Stranded I don't need home field advantage
See I

I got a message to send i promise on god i do not care how it go

Niggas keep fukkn around wit my character now its up there was never a hoe

We can

Make some bitches jealous when I drop this
Yea her body's fire, trending topic
I'm a lucky man, I hit the slot quick
Ten toes, never fold, on my

habitual offenders
Who comin' home and go right back again
Time rollin' by, I'm steady gettin' high
Bitches suckin' my dick and thinkin' she can really ease

through pictures like I'm in social studies
Lookin' at history from a glance by the seat of my pants
Video chattin' cause we're miles and hours aside
Moving

it not be justified


Timeless in your socks and your yoga pants
I need to stop watching my darling
c gateway to love I see your eyes sparkling
4th

This year, I'm living
By my own
Rights
I'm flying by the seat of the pants
I like
And I feel like things'll be
Alright
At least I know I'll make it

I'mma live forever, I'mma turn on
Got the key by my side
Who am I
I got the drip
Set it out
Drop it like my
Set it off
Set it all on fire
Hey, pocket

you can swim
You better be careful, that shit ain't safe
Call up my twin, he dumpin' that K

Pull up inside of that big Chevrolet
He like to drive by

Drop Drop

Joe Budden

Cradle 2 the Grave

2003

the two door like the kid only got a few divas
Drive wit my knees, seat recline
While she leaned over giving me a piece of her mind
I be sizing em up

those no longer friends now
Hopped off the bandwagon
No longer intrigued by pants saggin'
I wanna be known, my friends braggin
Bout how I went from

back when I was 8
& plotting great escapes
Holy shit I’m the man
You can tell I got plans
I don’t need bands in my hands, cause you could tell by my

Flying by the seat of my pants in myHookah ship
Brother on his Luther shit
Make a hit too lit
The beam gone keep away the losers
Swear I only hang with kin

riding through the city, my bitch riding with me
I ain't into designer, but my bitch rocking Fendi
And when she walk by niggas stare, it don't offend me

I'm playing these bitches so loose
My niggas we do not recruit
That glock in my pants for a goop
Broke her lil heart she'll regroup
State to state I

things feel the same
When we change just a lil' bit with every day that go by?
Sometimes I can't find the words to say to you
When you start crying but my

and I pulled down my pants
And I dove in that bitch like Jeff Hardy

Syrup and Cob
Syrup and Cob
Syrup and Cob
Syrup and Cob
Cob Cob throw me the lob

a trip to Maryland, I hit him

Her bitch don't got my heat, no
Listen, she put the seat down
Go to sleep now, lil' bitch
Talk about shit I did, like it's

Game Time

Chuck Inglish

Convertibles

2014

on the Pippen's
Baggy pants dance like Michael Bivins
Living good, the floor and the ceiling wood
Bath is marble, toilet seat is fresh
Heater for the middle

fans
Make 'em all sick in the head if they listened again
Ain't really ever had plans
Flying through life by the seat of his pants
All seems right if

by the seat of my pants
And get off by the skin of my nose, cough, change up and land
Change up my clothes? No, pajamas are fine
Change up the subject?

his belt 
Right at the moment heard footsteps coming pass
I said shit, slide my hand in his pants and grabbed the strap 
He jecked it from me quick