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a message

Cause I ain’t smith or wessen

And I ain’t never met em so you quit all of that pressin

Yeah I had my time doin dirt it was depressin

Cop whip

i'm in my 20s,
I need 20 whips and 20 mil in cash by 2020 (Skrt skrt)
20 years ago the ballers was riding on 20s
And by 2040 I need 20 incomes (20

of romancin'
If you're tryin' to win my heart
Honey, use some imagination
'Cuz this ain't no place to start

Kiss me under the willow tree
On a blanket by

Been derailing but I've still got my smile and my thumbs
What I've become suck
But I'm still getting by 'cause of dumb luck
And I still leave 'em

‘Dope Dilla’)

VERSE 2

Got something for the hotheads, that's my Chillow Smith
Whipping heads with the Wesson, thats my Willow Smith
Don't make me throw

Jack O'Rion

Fairport Convention

Paper Sleeve Box

2007

so wide
It's you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his

a stretcher
Catch ya in the field knock you out
Ya stan smiths
Thumbing through them bands
Nigga check my bandwidth
We was hustling with the camp off
Campus
Yo

want some head in the front seat of the Vic
Whip her head back & forth so i call her willow smith

Run up in ya burg put the steel to ya pitts
Troy

it's him, some say it's her
Some say love's like smoke beyond all repair

So my darling, my darling, just let it go by
That old silhouette on the great

stop us 
At a red light, with a stop sign, standing in front my whip 
Got a problem, got a revolver to solve them, real quick
Kicking ass like, combat

of myself
Judge a book by it's cover
You get put on the shelf
In other words
I got stories
That's supplying my wealth
I know you critics very well

my bed, I'ma lie in it, mum
Live by the gun, die by the gun (chyeah)
All the blood, sweat and tears that I shed was all worth it
When I see my

and said nigga we hate it
Livin' my life like I'm Jaden (Smith)
Tesla the color of Satan (whip)
Bitches are mine for the takin'
I understand why you hate us

Weekend Thing

Koffee Brown

Mars/Venus

2001

now it's CB

What, uh, come on
It's Friday, weekday, leavin' work early
Hop in the whip with the flip, get my girl
It's hair shop, facial, nails

By Weary Well

Robin Williamson

Merry Band's Farewell Concert at McCabe's

Words and music RW 1978

As I came down by the weary well
Going there to fill my can
My fortune there I do declare
She took me by the hand
The lark

the day

Please don't be offended by the words that leave my tongue
By the uncombed hair, the temper, by the fact I like to run
I can say I'm sorry cause

of romancin’
If you're tryin’ to win my heart
Honey, use some imagination
’Cuz this ain't no place to start

Kiss me under the willow tree
On a blanket by

My drip make my whip hydroplane to a ditch
Wizard 101, cop a witch, scheming in a foreign whip
Steady cruisin' through the 6
Go the 30 chicks takin'

step foot on the field, in this bitch, I'm like Emmitt Smith
Like who's up on your roster, I got choppers for Jaden's Smiths
cnd mamas weeping willows

to a Willow Smith
Whip her head back forth, when I hit it from the back
Common sense, niggas lack
Can I ball? Can I chill? I feel like Kodak
If Nelly hand me

Got a big body whip, look like Lizzo
I knew how to finesse since a kiddo
Got a Smith for you niggas, no Willow
I was minding my business, I'm done being

the back to back
It's time to make a living imma put it on a track
Can't judge nobody by that zodiac bitch you stupid you confuse opinions with all Facts
Not

the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer

to my rescue he was a little late
My hair was broke my briefcase was in a totally different place
He said I'm sorry take a sip of this bacardi
And excuse