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it 
Bitch be nasty love to cream pie
Can't
Deny it
Let it go in her hole
Table full of liquor and the dro and plan b by it

Fuck on a Thalia, a Thalia

flashing right before your eyes
Man you don't know what begging means
Till your begging for your life and a clean pair of jeans
So get off the intersection

me and be yourself

I got me
You want smoke, shit I got weed
I write dope and I got fiends
I write soap, how I rhyme so clean
So dope that I might OD

Hooked on hip hop phonics, yeah it works for me
So jump aboard, yeah this train is free
The conductor - Let me toot my whistle
The instructor

they are cheats 
They tell you they've  won, we are sheep
We know they stuffed the ballot box
Watched over by some college jocks

Counting votes until

they are cheats 
They tell you they've  won, we are sheep
We know they stuffed the ballot box
Watched over by some college jocks

Counting votes until

she nasty as fuck
And we be fucking it
I be Making a mess
And tell the bitch clean it up
And She be licking my balls
While she be eating the nut
And She

the streets, we playing for keeps
You don't want to play, we play in big league
We be in the field, we keeping it real
We do the deal, nobody get killed
Nobody

desk, went into the halls
Went to the mens' room, found an open stall
Ten minutes went by
I was shitting like crazy
Person in the next stall thought
I was

Light it up, pop it up, blow smoke
My nigga, I wanna get lifted
Still the same person I've always been

Money got a nigga loopin' clean
I'm sippin'

heart he standing for the pledge or sum
Cardiac arrest that mean his heart stopped
And. I'm too solid to switch I can't flip or flop
Got this Street

(bring it back)

Verse 1:
Long hair, lipstick, lil mama, who you with?
Lookin' all mean, like the dream, shawty you da s***
Let you pass by so I can see

married to the music 
Yet I’m not assuming that I’m not a stupid 
Filling up the hole my heart feel like I’m stung by the cupid 
Girl I came in so clean

clubbing for a week
Because she love she always trying to suck me in my sleep
That's why we can't be friends
You want to be more than that
I don't know it

Ight
Roll a 8th of lemon cherry in my bed I'm tryna go to sleep
Lookin flea incase I meet the woman of my dreams
I ain't clean a pound in my system

to act up, 

But by the end of this movie, 

The director gone cut, 



She like that down south, 

Gold in mouth, 

Chin hittin’ chain,

wit my name in

was free
Fuck a eat
I'd rather starve on my mood
Then sit around with a nasty grilled cheese surrounded by some good food
Fuck ya pity party
Fuck this

do you wanna cause a scene
You make me dirty girl I'm clean
You leave a nasty after taste
Remove yourself from the equation

Girl you gotta leave

Straight out the mud
That's just how I got it
I put in that work
You know that I'm bout it
A living legend, what I embody
She freaky, so nasty
Don't

nigga talking nasty when he see me, that's his other side
He vilified. He's your Clyde?
But y'all weren't bonafide
It's so many things that I could do,

cash now
Ain't cuffing no hoe cause I ain't got no use for that
Put her to sleep and i pill like a Mucinex
Aim at your brain if you act like you losing

I brought the Crown
We gettin' nasty
It's been all day, don't wanna wait no more
Tell me, baby, what the fuck we waiting for?
Know a couple niggas had

seconds by the spliff
Got the Nike drip running clean with the fit
Write a lyric wax on going off the rip
Time to jump back hooks on the riff
Going no hands

a mess
Clean it later man I'm late for a sesh
Lay it hot I got it straight from the press
I know I don't follow all the guidelines
But it's my time
Get in