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the others
I'm not high I am 6 feet deep
Kill yourself don't fall asleep
I'm Baphomet I'm the black goat
Murderer in a black coat
Got the 9 by my side
Red eyes

we finna' make a mess
You feeling me, I'm feeling you like what we gon' do
Kill the pussy but I don't abuse
She came she was tight, but I'm making her

lil' baby, you the best
I said, baby, you the best
She said, say that with your chest
Says she like the way I touch on her
Let's go home and make a mess

don't really care if he hate me
I got the sauce like it's gravy
Did it by myself
Nobody else can change me
Only shoot my shot if it's in range
Snap my

Fuck you too, lil' ho
how they fuckin' tryna mess with my fuckin' bro?
I ain't gotta say too much
Yeah, I ain't gotta say too much, bitch
Yeah, you

could call my wife
i been through a few
but i know this gon` last
she dont even care bout what i did in the past
i do some dirt she comin with me
i go

with rem that boy be tweakin' off them purse
If you see me with the bros, we post it up, we stay alert

Been out play robbin' my money, I cush it up, go

of bj's so what it do
Don't gotta be blue to catch these clues 
Girl come here and be my muse
And when i'm with you I can not lose
Them other hoes they old

Nickatina Says

Andre Nickatina

Daiquiri Factory Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2

even talk (bitch)

Nickatina is like simon says 
Dips in his whip like simon says 
Make some chips like simon says
Smoke a lil weed in the back with

the static

Heart is in the grave

While my mind is in the attic

She’s the baddest

Turn that bitch eternal

We don’t fuck with diplomatics

Pop the hammer

Time to Go

Magic

On My Own

2003

(*Da Bear talking*)
Ha, I'm saying, I been checking you out
You know I'm saying, you looking kinda good
What's happening, you don't do nothing

even need a weapon, you know how my niggas steppin'
We don't even need to threaten, you can tell by how we dressin'
Make a mess inside your tenant, matte

decisions that you gotta make when you don't have it
Fuck a job we rather make some flips like it's Gymnastics
Never did track but I turned into a Runner

thank god that i'm able
They don't know my business but they quick to throw them labels
Niggas really bitches, they be sweeter than some maple ugh
I just

it in the trap 
My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map 
Don't let the colored hair fool you, nigga
Live with the strap
You can

questions are rhetorical just hold dat
Been through the good times don't wanna go back
Footprints in the mud Sizzl clean too
Held the lil uzi vertical with

Sorry, had to tell 'em
That these chicks are just for kids
Lil' fuckboy wanna mess with me
Got them shooters by my side
And they carry Uzi's if I hear what

that, lemme mess with that
You lookin for the answer and im okay with that
I can make you my queen
Make you my thing
Now in slow motion, we touchin our

eita, but they keep on hating us
There's no pain no gain
No beef Lil tey
I'm hating no man
One love no mess
At Least I tried to write this verse
No more

See, I don't really fall too much
But I got a lil' feeling bout' you
And I can't keep my eyes off you
Off you
But I can never taste too much
Cause'

the coke bottle figure Don't mess with other n****s
Ain't nobody keep it realer and that's why I wrote this letter hoping that it lasts forever
Ain't nobody

a mess
Instead of breaking up I just ended it with a press
And this is just a message to get the shit off my chest
Ex's walking out on Lil Devo I wish

fucking happiness
Back in high school I used to be a mess
Used to be the type of guy that I nowadays diss
Wish I could go back in time with a fucking time

Disappeared but now I'm back, I might cause some heart attacks
My lil' baby she Latina and she lookin' like a snack
I can tolerate the tension, grab her back