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though I've said I don't want romance
Too little, too late, baby boy, I swear
With you, I could go anywhere

Please, just come by
At seven sounds fine

got no homie
Saying that you’re real but you’re just another fobie
But you’re slow, not a Jaguar
Thinking that you’re, in Nascar
You aint sponsored, by

Breaking down keys
On the triple beam
If you wanna get wit me
Then come with 23
I got that brown that white
Buy one get one free
Buying jewelery
VVS's in my

Yeah keys, keys, keys, keys
Look, could I get a little, uh
More volume in the foams? Yeah

I'm not apologizing for my
Blackness or my success

to you
I live by the rule, had a vision or two, formed up a crew, put my mind on the true
I focus, pay attention to my vocals, known world wide, even

I'm from a city where everyone claims
They never wanna live in
Many suburb boys and girls who
Are always quick to dissin'
But I'mma hold it down

around with the pump
Let it dump and them bitches got a whole lot
Of bass in the trunk
In the VIP, sneaking all the
Weed in the club, hater
I got a little

say the truth
They look at me like I'm
The one with the problem
But the mess with little kids
That's why pedophilia risin'
But that's what happens when

I'm-

Robbing the dope and I gotta get out of here
Hopefully everyone sticks to the plan
No one my getaway, probably got shot
So I got out that place by

girl, you made me blush
I got a little bit nervous, then my face turned red

Till this day, I remember every word you said
You looked at me with a smile,

Devastating
Yeah, I remember when I was young I had my first crush
The first word you said to me, girl, you made me blush
I got a little bit nervous,

name
When you're the hardest brown boy in the mother fucking game
You in a sticky, say the word and I'll pull up, I bring the pain
And I don't ever

imperfections

Years went by and I grew up
His brown hair faded white
He somehow picks up every time I called
Moved me in and bailed me out
And shared all

still fuckin' with that lame nigga
I know by now you probably hate niggas
Brown girls, little shawty from Toronto
Hit me up, I'd love to entertain

it now
If one in five girls or one
In 20 boys gets assaulted
Sexually in America, that's hella wild
Not to mention if you do
The math it means that

“I Hate Him” Lyrics by Sarah Solovay

He’s got a crooked smile and big brown eyes,
He’s not that handsome but he keeps them mesmerized,
With his

Stay Off The Fuckin' Flowers

BlakRoc

Blakroc

2009

brown, uncles is traffickers
Lifestyle throwing, spectacular
Green grass smokers with green hash, them niggas don't need cash
They only play fresher by