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Disassembled the puzzle and figured out everything 'bout you inspired by narwhal
Just be talking bout shit like I'm working in sewers
Be talking my
Banging that Screw it's just me and you, we having sex
[Chamillionaire]
This goes out to my ladies in Little Rock, that don't lay on no little cock
That'll
Banging that Screw it's just me and you, we having sex
[Chamillionaire]
This goes out to my ladies in Little Rock,
that don't lay on no little cock
That'll
it's just me and you we having sex
This goes out to my ladies in little rock
That don't lay on no little cock
That'll rock that little postropedic
Till
it's no mystery
Kill every beat I touch I put it out it's misery
You gon know my name forever part of the history
Took hella losses now I'm back with all
me euro then I
Lay
Talent wise I’m here to
Stay
And I be like
Woah
Just a white boy with some
Soul
Another like me that’s a
No
Took the p out of hope
ooh ah sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
determined
By your street buzz
Back this track from this that way
Back spoke about peach fuzz (word)
That's a whole nother repertoire
Back to the matter
masked up
And they strapped up but they love God
When we wrap up throwin' nets out
No Brooklyn this a different job
What you say to me
Please don't play
Life)
Man, all I'm trying to do is just drive my car
Turn my beats up and rhyme these bars
But even when I abide by laws
You run my plates just to find my
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
Man
No UFO to take him home
No neon sign to point the way now
No DVD, no garden-gnome
Only shadows on the Grey Man
No colours, the Grey Man
Only
Ain't no one said, "keep your chin up," I got jumped and kept my chin up
Had a white boy as a friend the only way I'm eatin' dinner
Not by choice but I
like SOB by the way we split
Went our separate ways but I still pray niggas still get rich
(no cap I still love them niggas)
Twenties fifties hunnits
dvd's
And I wondered if you felt the same
Just say the word, I'll be on my way
I'm just a few, few blocks away
I just want to see your pretty face
it to yoself
Keep it (shh), got it by myself (uh)
Lifting up my city nowadays like dumbells
Tryna see that shit in person, don't want thumbnails
I
Yeah
Bitch
Stop playin'
Call me Mahomes a nigga stay out of pocket
Looking at my old songs like damn how I top it
Did my old hoes wrong but that's
hit my crib dvds and we doin it raw
Fa make a milly I'd put it on gold
Give it to mama and I take the odd
In and out
Driving mercs wit some groupie hoes
with a fist of smoke, what do niggas know, no way you thought light skinned niggas
Would be in, ten thousand deluxe plus hours what we spent, when I say
choppa sing
Call me young Pentium with no heatsink, yuh
They leg-locked my van up down by Kurt's angle
Worst thing, tho
That your music more generic than
get on my grind
When I bought the AP, I done ran out of time
Got me some money, I’m cbg
Now I’m smoking on cbd
Made me rich, selling dvd’s
Passing her
wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua
So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double are
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
You gotta start from the bottom until u get up
Back then ian give no fucks
Walk round wit dat fye gotta keep it tucked
Its 2 and 1 nigga u testing ya
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