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idea it would cost her everything,
Working on her back as they roll in one by one,
Poor little Janie's on the run
And all those sweaty hands, holding
I sent her home
We gon' catch it
How we feelin'
How the hell
They move slow
Fuck a hand out
Tryna put my
Foot in the door
Cause I'm a
Risk taker
You
my hand
And wherever I go, here's the jolly bold weaver again
I'm a hand weaver to my trade
I fell in love with a factory maid
And if I could but
That was her game, that was her game
When I first met Mary
She was lying in the dust, lying in the dust
Surrounded by men, surrounded by men
They were
the airplane
When I heard her say
Wacka, wacka, nooka, nooka
Wacka, wacka, nooka, nooka
Would you like a lei?
Hey, let's talk dirty in Hawaiian
Whisper
I owe her trips to where it's hot as hell
In a world full of yuppies I feel by myself
I got pictures with street niggas I could never post
I got
My, time flies, ima ride by in something tinted
I'm venting but I hope that they offended cuz I meant it
Can y'all absorb warnings? Y'all whores
with the pass
Was the man, 17 years old first time with some ass in my two palms
Grab on em but she told me I'm too strong, baby girl I'm too gone
But
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum
Eight years old in an Oldsmobile
Mama's feet on the dash, Daddy's hands on the wheel
Every ten minutes saying how long 'til we're there
Watching
through my hands
I'm out in the sun with my new pair of old skool bolt vans
Life is an open road
Papi doesn't like winters where it's cold
And when you get
your hands up in the air
Then I steer the 600 and
Flex through your hood
I get your money or girl, I take your car
Then I'm good
Call me the rap killer,
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was a footloose man
And I said,
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
Shots of Patron got her in the zone
Dancing all freaky
Showing off her thongs
Time to pick and roll like Stockon and Malone
My hands on her rear
As she
Dancy's dream
She takes him by the hand and leads him back to New Orleans
A good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between
The hymns on Sunday mornin'
Lil baby bad when she all in her feelings she just wanna chill out and vibe
Each time she pull up she know that I want her hop up in the whip let her
bitch by the throat like a motherfucker
puttin' that bitch in the air like a motherfucker, throwin' her up on the bed like that motherfucker
Kane, she
up in my hands whoa
I had her legs in the air
When she go down
She don't come up for air
Whenever serving player
She arching her back
With her ass I'm
I wash my hands often
Hand sanitizer isn't an option
Napkins is the password
I call my grandmother every Sunday
She reads the bible daily
I ask her
your world, nigga
But every time you try to call her over there
Lil' mama stare, she say, "Fuck that nigga!"
When I put it in the rib
I say, "Is
of misguided pinheads
gather with wretched flags in hand
Bootlickers played and mugged
by the only ones who understand'
Products of hatred
Kept proud behind
I'm drinking in this bar
Wondering where you are
Wish I could tell my friends
But don't know how they would act
Hide my feelings, lock them up in my
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