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Calypso, go outside, no, I don't think so
His hoe gon' still hit my phone, someone ask him will we beef foe?

My whip, aint  slapped, I'm lacking, I cant

Yea Fuck it
These niggas pussy See thru the disguise
Peep so much game won't get caught by Surprise
I got the team and the gang on my side
I put

hit by purple rain
Aw, come on, Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot, son, just the same

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days

a Whole slab
Buss a 36 down by 50, Nigga, Do the math
I was humble, Nigga, I ain't fuck with the Quicksand, Bro

Said fuckin with the lil' boy, You can be

capping
I see threw the Plot you niggas Acting
Bitch I got the drip and he never had It
This nigga my son I'm his fucking pappy
Had to drop that boy off

a saudíe
Wanted by Feds for
All them bodies
Go ahead block his shot
(Brown!)
Get disembodied
JB with the cuffs
Got a vendetta
How them boys get down
Marietta

$anza give the alley oop I dunk

Hey mama, I want you to know your boy out here with piranhas,
But I'm still thinking of you and how you want me

banana, fi me and make it harder

Brig me Son, and bring me daughter 

Babygirl a you me rather 

You nuh tan like a no badazz,

You nuh tan like a no

it for your daddy
Imma make your ass my son
I'm about to dead this conversation
One more line, and I'll admit you like a patient
Boy you just got

fuck with me
Yo bitch suckin' dick, I can tell by her knees
I done slap that nigga out, his big brother coppin' pleas
Slap my bitch B.B.L., I know she

gun, you don't want a problem
Shots got fired, but they still got the job done
Can't fight it, they choke on smoke, I won't bite on the okie-doke
I made

and life’s been flying by
There’s a little more to living and never enough time

With these miles of barb wire fences, some cows on a piece of ground
Droughts

blowed sippin' and ignorin' signs 

I'm a real go getter I don't fuck around. I got it all by myself no handouts.

Feelin like Willie Nelson when I burn it

anonymous with my face cut 
(face cut)
Shawty looking thick she on my radar 
(she on my radar)
Don’t come out the house it’s not safe son huh
(safe)
yeah I

turned on me
Two hunnid script of perks, tryna hide from my son, they look like tic-tacs
Niggas on the shelf, without no motion like some knick-knacks

keeps draggin' on

but that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Anton..

When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,

always be a good boy, don't ever

on a run
Don't ask ku ndzi fikile man
I’m in it, I'm the son of a gun
I came here by force and I'll leave when I want

Limpopo champions league, hitlanga ku

Ooh, blessings
Eyes on the boy when I step in, I'm tested
All my life, I've been reckless
If I got this money early probably waste on VVS's
Work

South's on My Mind

Crooked Lettaz

Grey Skies

1999

David Banner
Like to end this song by saying all praises is due to God
God first, yaknowimsayin, music second
Yo peace out to my little god-son Lil' Ju

Like a Movie

Loon

Loon

2003

(Haaaa) uh yea (haa haaa mmmm)
[Verse 1]
Check it out I'm wit my man A Con n I go by the name Loon n this a bad boy exclusive na mean. (Come

like dimes
On the grind like it's still '09, don't let a meal go by
I want the food so I'm using every tool
Dropping summer heat June to June
They

a teacher
To mention this feature
Said “Listen, son,
You're bright,
With frightful intentions
Much like Attila the Hun.”
I couldn't blame her
The sixties had

niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (uh-huh)
Respect it more than your father, boy, you should honor me (woo)
Well, fuck your father, I would take my

You'd better run that by again
And this time try the truth
And you'll be better off my friend

No that dog won't hunt
I don't believe a single word you