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Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

really like 'er.
Dre gotta' girl, maybe not with' the label
See, her name is Faith, but he ain't never been faithful.
She used to get? raiseful?,

playin poker
Cause I remember days, nights
I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin murked out I'm clutchin
On that thing tight
I wouldn't even blink like

Ouuu
Swag Swag Swag Indeed
They really want it, so I gave it with some extra steeze
It's Young Solar and please don't forget the P
She don't like

goin' through her phone
I give her privacy
I keep gettin' caught cheatin' I know she tired of me
I apologize but baby I'm not sorry
I know this is where

he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby

sativas.
Yes, indeed, a cold creeper.
But indica's my favorite.
Yeah, a low
-
temp dab, just to savor it.
Now, Mary Jane is my girl, even though she's always

mama off of ching-a-ling
I think she think me and her got a thing (Naw)
Bitch, naw, you ain't gettin' a damn thing but my balls (okay)
Don't reply

to take no more
It's like I try to feel it, it don't feel the same no more

It was my fault, she caught me cheatin', took me back, yeah
I did some dirt, I

up shop
Gettin' money in these streets is all I got
Even if it takes me gettin' shot
Besides what you riffin' for?
Five Gs what I hit you for
Can't

Black Chick, White Guy

Kid Rock

Devil Without a Cause

1998

pregrant
And if that ain't some shit 'cause
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked

eye
Now I look back and I don't even know why I tried
I'm not sayin' that she couldn't have got a ring
That was a probable thing, but shorty, yeah, she

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro

really not him
I done flooded out the watch 
(I done flooded out the watch)
I apologize, know how sorry I am
What about tonight? She said, "Already got

out the Rolls Royce truck, let's go
Bad ho' say she wanna fuck, woah, woah
She sniffing on that white, coco
I pour a four in a Four Loco

Don't even

Ugh…a'ight
Ugh…Jay Baby
I ain't even got to keep saying that shi no more too much
Niggas know who it is by now
They bite my flow but me and Moe built this shit

it feels when your mom's gotta clean shit
And her boss treats her like she don't even mean shit
And she gotta wait for the bus in the rain and it's

bitty
All the bitches love me
I be choosing hoes like eeny meeny, miny moe
Catch a opp by the toe
I'm a let this choppa go
Ain't really got no time for no

Gortat sweaty
I ain't tryna play you like you not a part of me
But that one in pom poms prolly put the paws on you
Girl she reckless
Or maybe I'm just

cheatin' wit' (Wit')
Then I mentioned she's having my kid
That's not all, no, I recall more you see
So I give you part three of my confessions

Now this

you a star, and you been shinin' so bright

She been on go
We on the floor
We gettin throwed
All through the night
We live like this
I cannot quit
I

you a probably wife just because she cute
I ain't got no time to be hearin' no cryin' puttin' it down and I'm gettin' on through
Even though she fine

on rapper shit
She keep tryna hit my phone like I ain't cuffed and shit
I'm heartless, baby I ain't loving shit
Man I'm really in the field like I'm tryna

whips than Six Flags
Gettin' neck from your bitch
She fucked around and got whiplash
That lil' shit up in your stash, man
That's pocket change
You steady

Even when you moving fast that ass In slow moe
She my olympian I hit her with that gold pole
She my Olympian I hit her with that gold pole
If you love me