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swinging
Am I crazy
Do you feel me
Always judgin
It makes me angry
People always buggin
Ask me how I feel
Cause I keep it a hunnid
I'm tryna fix what I broke

daace
Yeahh
Finna fly by zoom go zumbah
Go

Here we go bring it back issa new verse
Woo
Aint shit gotta ask we just shoot first
Pow
Like a ranger lost in

Hahhh! Here I am, here I be
Hah, the great Al' T
GC, God Connection, bust it, bust it
Wooo! That's how we do
I'm makin moves, cause you know who's

all of the motion
I got it up by grinding I ain't sitting round hoping
Took her to the beach she gave me head by the ocean
She a country girl say her

Blasting all my music tell em turn it up
I'm on yo ass and I'm the one you heard it from
I'm so used to turning houses into burning huts
Need some pazzazz

are migratory?
ARTHUR:  Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1:  What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR:  It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD

the wolf practiced speaking like the goat and came again.
This time, he spoke in a loud voice,
"Hello kids! Open the door. It is your mother here. Be quick."

I'm kidding but speed it up and cut loose
Where my gang, roll call, hut one, hut two
Where my girl, yell my name, through the heavens, sunroof
Got

brave

We ain’t tryna build for real and up to our best

We more like blueprint, the building be stuck in our heads

We scared to to bring it to life

But

unmistakably, sets of bloody handprints on a crumbling wall.

Oh won't you be there with me for it,
tonight? In this hut-to-hut witch hunt,
down the tunnels

out of sight
Disappearing, nowhere man
That sounds kind of right
It could be that's the life for me
Maybe I could live in a hut in a tree
Eat lots

bitch its hard to fool her
I got this one Mexican hoe she be callin me papi
I ain't feel the first one I had to pop three
They say you can't buy love but

in my cup
Ice in my cup, throwin' it up
Ain't talkin' Milwaukee, but I keep it buck
Talkin' that Weenie, Hut Jrs. the Hut
Talkin' precision when I hit

it's red then his luck up
Imma shoot till the shots drowned out by sirens
Blue lights on hit the cut can't find us
Nigga talk shit see the gun be

dreams like im fuckin Freddy
You niggas be beefing wit rats and then end up in jail getting buttfucked by ya celly
I'd rather stay to myself and keep

like I am a cheap skate
Coming to my door like it's East Bay
Shout out to the mailman
Best believe I'm tryna bring them bells in
I'm tryna keep the bands

without the tour
She got my heart like B-B-B-Boom
I don't play in slide's but we sliding in the room
It's that me and you we copping them W's
We good

Martin
I feel like I'm the life of the party
I be turnt in the villa
It's me and my niggas
And you know for them, I go all the way
I done been on my dummy

Right foot left
One foot two
I aint your fuckin' soldier
I've been playing by the rules

Left, foot march
Hut 1 2 chant
Pulled up my own bootstraps

need to shit fixed I got the tools
Keep it smooth around a bitch I play it cool
Once you got the sauce you don't need the juice
I'm rolling up a chop

 I know it sounds kind of funny but for music I bought a
little grass hut
Cause i know that i needed a place to go
to hear the sound of love in

The way she drop it low I'm trying to follow it
She keep gripping on the stick I know what time it is
We can go right now don't lose your confidence

speak)
Me and her be talkin' 'bout the bag and we get geeked up (hey)
They keep on talkin' 'bout that shit they doin', I ain't see none (I ain't see it

and Dracos
I’m boutta blow up like fucking volcano
It be young niggas that be ducking them cases
Niggas still trap out vacant
It ain’t no games with me, I