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I gotta keep that thing up on my hip
It ain't no tellin if you'll have trip 
It ain't no bailin when you use the stick 
No
You die by honor when in

yeah, wait
Could've put up with a three, but no
I'm ready to slam, yeah, wait
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Take my hand, do a walk in my shoes
Let's bury your nightmare far away
Dance with flowers and with rain
So as does the wind
Now you're not alone
Get

would know
I turn my key, I blink, I'm there
I need my drink, the music blares
Couple hundred shoes moving over the wood
No, I don't want to dance 'cause

gang I never cared who rocked with us
Now I can't go back to my hood because I know I'm too popular
Shit I done leveled up they mad as fuck now ain't no

Play with me must be foolish
But if you want we can do the shit
Fast flow kinda like an uzi spit
Hop out nigga looking too legit
Said Imma chase it

Knuckles banged up, I knock on door with a pistol
Keep the barrel clean when I use my favorite bristle
Shells come out mean, they got beef, no gristle
VVS's

rammed by a tram
Or a ceiling fan
Wait
Naah, hold up hold up
You that stupid too
No way
Did I ever see you in class
Thrown out head and ass
Telling

queen no heart
But step to me wrong and you know that it's off with your head
I feel like an artist no paint
But I run through your town and you know that

You’re too close to the elephant
Chatting shit on telegram
With those small minded set of plans

In virtual spaces that are irrelevant no elegance
Same

Pangolin Farm
Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin

Ain't gonna beat a dead horse in his shoes,
Or crawl a mile

by, many lows and highs, memories come and go
But I’ll never forget the song that was playing when I proposed
On that radio night

(Chorus)
No CD

that feeling
That’s so
Margaritas
Daiquiris
Gin n juice
Ocean breeze
Summertime on the beach
Feel alive
Feeling free
Glass of wine
By the sea
It’s you

Once upon a time was a nigga named Litha
No ma, no pa, living with his little sister
18, young but he always in the streets
School calling but he

a shot, what the hell did you say?
If you don't wanna dance, get the hell out my way

Let's talk about the Heat

What you gonna do with a fork and a spoon?

mood need some track shoes How I'm running this paper up
Greeting the bank teller with a dance move Member young niggas came from nothing
All them night

I hit him with a elbow
Nigga, I'm balling in the game, I threw elbows
How the fuck you trapping? You ain't got no money, got no petro
Nigga, I'll take

But if I'm on the clock, then there's food on the table
My mood is unstable, sampling Dave Brubeck
Dance like I'm crippled with palsy, I can't two-step

Jingle Bells on Spotify
I rock your knitted socks like dancing shoes
As a kid I thought, no lie:
Oh please, can I get next time something cool?
Love

(Yeah-yeah!)
Feel the rhythm, in every heart ignite, (Ahh-ahh!)
Heartbeat Rebels~
(Oooh)~
We're the light. (Oooh-ooh!)
[Jacky] Dance with fire, in every step

I'm not for everybody but i am what i is
I jam with my hits, cus how else they gon dance with the kid
Beat the beats red til they holding hammer

They used to chat shit
Now they say nada
In the dance in a balaclava
We smoke guava
Hot like lava
Adidas tracksuit
Shoes by Prada
I'm here all day

Shit Like This

Nature

For All Seasons

2000

up next to the plate
With your low percentage low value no value
Your shit's slow-mo mine's is thrown at you homo
I don't make the rules nigga I just

Before the Vlone I was walking
'round with no friends
I'ma get that shit from yo bitch
To curl my toes in feel like Waka Flocka
Bitch did it with no hands