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Flash on bright
Had it all exposed
Full tummy
Belly about to explode
Into deep convos
Swallow your heart
Let this drip your throat
Can we stay friends all

About shit that I can't fix
But you can get a face lift
When i'm in a bad mood surrounded by some
Who hit home runs when it's bad news

I can't trust no

Born to rebel surrounded by conformists
Terrified of trying cos it's normal to fail
See these risks that we're taking
Might cause a glitch in

He wasn't one to talk much when we'd pull off to school
I could never tell what's running through his mind
It'd be three more hours until those

Latin Trip

Latin Playboys

Dose

1999

done right
Shades put on
In black midnight

Down town cool
And up town talk
Bad boy look
And magic walk

Don't go figure
It's not about hip
You won't get

on Jambalaya

Now before I could walk, I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I

the last thing 
That I'm seeing I'm dreaming 
About the money 
It's funny, every time 
I close my eyes 
And start to visualize 
My own success 
All I see I

on a Columbine
Damn talk about leveling up
I had his teeth on the pavement
Naw your honor it wasn't assault i was just leveling them up right
Hella beams usually

tell you now
I got a feeling, I feel so strange
everything about me seems to have changed
step by step, I got a brand new walk
even sound sweeter when I

Getting lost in the feeling 
Only makes it all multiply 
So I stare at the ceiling 
Breathing in, passing by 
Cuz I know this won’t matter 
In

talk about water and juice than sipping lean
I’m advocating for ownership, pitching wealth and health
These niggas tools and they being used and sell for

Gun down enemies when duty calls
Wont hesitate there are no faults
And if I fuck up I will admit its my fault
Say what you want 
Think what you think
I

guns and clips
I'm talkin government
Ronald mcdonald raps
Cept i'm not lovin it
You know yall wanna fuckin talk about workin
Not wantin to work, not

to get rid of this fuckin pain
Pop a few pills and take a walk out in the rain
They talk about you when your sitten there doin nothin
I swear let me see it

we bust through the door
People already know
We're gonna take the floor
And just let it go
We're the talk of the town
With the way we get down
Let's

wont touch it. Im off this perk and this B**H just cant get it up im double G laid it down i cant pick it up. Glock .45 s**t bag give him tummy tucks.

No Lames
By: Luvinnia Flowers

No lame/ no games/ I'm really on my shit
Yo nigga/ no car no job he barely slanging dick

I mean... (what's that

to dakater Barbados and middle asia
One to tell friends about big booty lil mouth
Wifey home then it's on homeboys gettin out
New year different clout Level up

You

Z-Ro

Crack

2008

That's you
That talk about your homie behind his back,
But you always with him at every location he be at.
That's you
That be stealing from your

I go hard or snap the Interlude?
'Cause, they rather hear me just talk about getting to a bag
While I'm flexin' in a car that I never had, but too bad

wont be long
Dont miss me when im gone
Patience, and this thing will last
In time
In time
In time

There I go
The last plane out of here
My heart it

a bitch

Talk shit on them, and about them
Then wonder why they're all turning heads
He don't listen, he won't stay here
And no longer does anyone feel

clown

You can’t complain about what you don’t have
If you repeat the same mistakes
The right one will always take its time
But right now you’re just too

there's no one that
I'd care to talk about
And all the lovers in the world
Don't amount to much
'Cause what I want is just one love

And I'd give anything