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as Shook
I was fuckin crazy should have done it by the book
Instead of sticking to the plan
I grabbed the handle of the pan
Played with fire on my hand

night your life's been looking good
But you're too shy to call her by her name
So you call her by this word instead
Ella, shout it from the top of your

dollar touch, gotta watch my fingers
Lil baby almost fell in love, it's cuz my contact dangerous
Ay, look
Evryday day I'm trynna make it to the top
Step by

(Jack is producing bangers)
Lately I just mind my biz (Yeah)
Losing track of time, I know it always fly by quick (Shh)
On the move, shit I’m used

I never felt like I was owed a thing by God or man
Always been the type to say a prayer and make a plan
I’m a leader who can give the orders or lend

the shepherd and the sheep shall scatter
That was what You said; many accusing fingers
Many catalysts for distraction
We even lost some of our folks 
They just

Oh no
You belong
To the streets
You a treesh
By tonight
You'll belong to the streets
Oh no
You belong
To the streets
You a treesh
By tonight
You'll

Devil on my shoulder finna wild out
Angel on my right has left his post now
About to turn up make my neighbors call the opps out
By the end

By the time you realize that you love me
I’ma be Gone
By the time you realize that you need me
I done moved on
Baby Ah yea
Don’t know what you need

tryna see the draws
Need a ring on my finger if that nigga trying to raw dawg

Oh you like that huh
Oh you like that huh

Lessons of a freak
Baby all that

yes.

And we would, OK, we're going to fondle those, we'll fondle the hushpuppies dear. 

Yes, we'll stick our fingers in them. You know what? I decided

he's a big shot
Ride the bumper so I fly by and I call that a slingshot
I know im a big shot
I've just been dodging the headshots
This is a song for

on the TV
In Yemen all the babies dying
They chewing on their fingers now
Let Salt Bae sprinkle somethin on that
I'll bring em all back if I could
You know

I was just a youngin' sellin' like a boat (Like a boat)
Started off by movin' weight like Po (Like I'm Po)
And no, I do not peep hoes (Nope), but my

In a white Benz
Speedin by a shawty do she got friends
If I had to rate she is close but she is not 10
Aint no dime shawty frontin
In a white Benz

Burning erbs like Jamaica
Still got 5 months on papers
Blow blunts by da flava
P.O. piss me gotta fake her
I'm So high God my neighbor
I'm So high

timing
Nevermind me i'm just vibing
GeTO GEk beats bumping through my I.V.
Apparel by Jimi Hack and that's Jimmie Hackley
And you can say what you want

“SANTA’S GOT A SURFBOARD GUITAR SLEIGH”
Lyrics, Music, and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Copyright c 2016 by Julius J. Davis, Jr.

good by my lonely

2022 cutting off the fake homies
Fraudulent looking som like a fake Roley
I got too much game Err body think they know me
Put you

Shinin' like a star in the night, baby, you're my light
You make everything alright
Go-Go-Goin' far in life with you by my side
And I know our love

Either make way or stay out the way
Never going broke another day
Huh
Go Go Go
Fake love get from round real niggas stand by me yeah (By me)
Gang

My cup don't ever spill 
Hell is you talking bout boy 

By all means Ima get it 
(By all means)
Count through a check in a minute 
(Count a whole

Make me feel nice o
When you gonna gimme that thing
Throw it back, throw it back
Make me feel nice o

My baby she be sweet 16
Know by the way she put it

cold I turn the heat on, I'm by the vent (by the vent)
Got some partnas that I caught some bodies with they kept it real (oh, they kept it real)