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gold
And Rio was next, again gold was one, til AIBA and the other cheats came along
Well he gave them the finger and he said f#uck you, you want stop me

We go swimming in the pool
We see the birds fly by
Building nests for their offspring
In the bushes where they hide

Maybe later we can drive in

to ride
Your brother died with a F.N he ain't get time to bust his pipe
I'm tryna paint the city red bih I get blood inside my eyes
They be askin who want

fair
OK sorry for getting them by their name
I just want to mention your favorite artist if you didn't notice
That this song is the grave for your ego

elevate to higher points, never needed a stairwell
Ballin' with no jumper
Ballin' with no jumper
Yeah, I grab the F&N for these fuck niggas
Shooters

Stop callin my phone my nigga
while im in my zone my nigga
i got all this cheese in my pocket
and it's not provolone my nigga

i used to make memes

With a little something to match with dreams
Just give me a plate so I can go by my way
It's either I take something from right out your plate
I might've

played by the thots
N**** just stop
N**** just stay in the gang
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Just stay in the gang
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's go

people token over by pride
To live a life you gotta be strong in the mind
Cause they don't want to see you come up on a rise
When you cross the street you

make fun by saying niggers, niggers were made fun of
Our identity is wrapped up in what God spoke on us and He loves us
Do the research stop

just steady countin' bands, uh, uh
F3NIX I told you we rockstars, can't you tell by the chance, uh, uh
Shit, I just be pourin' up Wockhardt that I got

place; It's my fate
I'd do anything to inflict pain
On mothafuckas in my way; today's not the day
Finna lay waste with a bang
By yo throat's the only way

fooled by the rocks like J-Lo uh

They ain't really got it like they say they do (They ain't got it no)
Always with the team that's just the way we move

Lets go ahead and f* OOOO
Its my job, like shaft gotta please that booty
No punchline, its that heavy duty

Better stop tweaking
Cause you make my thing

charts
Customized cartier sipping martel
With your shawty and my cartel
You can't tell me to stop this
I'm motivated by street
Sorry i'm born for this na

the coca
And she just gave me the whole top
The money be callin it don't stop
Come by the shop get ya dome chopped
She gave me head like a Pornstar
Best

tingles down my spine

It's the age of lazy songs about romance
Grab a ukulele, play some C,G,F's
That's what people like to listen to these days
And I've

gotta warm it up 
You gotta play with it a lil fore you try to fuck 
A lil foreplay a really f gaf go a long way 
Fucked her in the kitchen on the stairs

gone be aight
Told em put a rush on can it be here by tonight
Know they wanna bust my dome got me clutching at the light
If I like it I cop it no matter

got it 

Twisted like twine

You are too stupid to notice 

I’m one step ahead every time 

Imma design

Shit into order by putting

Your ass in

up on a scam, this is retail
Got a Real message, that’s some g mail
Man I been bailed, never seen jail
So f*ck the judge the police failed

Winging my

Dephree is for the children and you love the Dephree...

Rap city get that thing slapped silly off the rip not giving a f***
What's up? What what!

Produced by Ashley Felix

It ain’t all gucci on my sleeve, 
It’s sum pain i never showed that ain’t sitting right with me 
And you ain’t cross

her just like she's Ms. Kelly '07
What up Fort Knox I'm so heavy
And I won't stop until my soul in heaven
My soul is resting my soldier’s restless
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