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All the athletes in the hood
Run that pack, way afternoon (set hike)
With my goons, being guided by the moon
In the darkness making money moves
you
For the "love yous" and the bad news
Oh baby, I'm cool by the way
Ain't sure I loved you anyway
Go 'head, babe, I'ma live my life, my life, yeah
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Baby there's a taste to this love
I don't want to leave nor wake up
Mesmerised by the things
I see
You got all the things that I need
Figure
you said I give you bad vibes, I would give you backshots
Then it's over for you, then we'd would crash, baby
You the one that told me I could rule
things
Fuck niggas they screamin' Zoo Gang baby
We the zoo that's the new game
Pistol on me might get you two bangs
Take a look at how we do things
a look at my life
Let's drop the top on my ride baby
Yo nigga ain't hittin' that right
Come roll with me for the night baby
Started at 22nd I'm from
the fucking back, so lil' shawty bring a friend
Think I'm falling once again, so baby, come and take my hand
But it's DTB for life, I don't know what the fuck
entree, just sides
He want a bad bitch, blue eyes
Cut it up, Snow White
Fuck him in the new ride
He got the low rise it's just my size
Number one
Meet me downstairs by the lobby (by the lobby)
It's okay if you bring somebody (somebody)
Meet me at the hotel room (meet me there, meet me there)
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
bring them babies to the font
Ooo yea mark them with the Triune name
Ooo yea baptism saves
Come get them clean ooo yea
Get the Spirit and the gift
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice 22
Click boom, now he's on the fuckin' news
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick n' tired of bein' picked on
So he got himself a nice 22'
Click BOOM, now he's on the fuckin news
the songs
And maybe the old songs will bring back the old times
Maybe the old lines will sound new
Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder
Maybe old
bout me[00:37.95]I've been thinking bout everything you did to me[00:40.22]I've been thinking bout what you did to me[00:42.99]In full
fans, nigga
I know I'm the man, baby, bring your friends with you
Puttin' points up while you in the stands, nigga
But I be stuck in these streets, you
like I don't care baby by the way
Huh, because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel
ain't sick
Shatter this face with bricks
Underworld's new king dick
Bring it down on my head
Bring it down on my head
Bring it down on my head
Bring it
bad she bad
She knows it
The way she whine she whine she whine
Baby gyal when mi look inna your eyes mi see paradise
Your beauty so divine
Can't deny
move
I'll still pop out with my bitch she wit too
My bitch bad I'm bout to cop her jimmy choo
My nigga died he ain’t see 22
Taking shrooms i either
with me[02:31.87]Baby give it all to me[02:33.61]And she wanna know what I be on[02:35.40]She wanna come and ride along[02:37.22]I know you enemies
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