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appetite
Thickums where it counted, everyplace else slim
She said she liked my style, and I reminded her of Kem
I said I was a rapper, she said rap's dead
I

went by Louieboii Slim been on my grind since back then 
Sometimes things don't go as planned 
But you gotta stick to that plan 
You out here chasing

his System, fuck em, I wont be his nigga
Ahh..wait till we get em, book em, torture, finish with sentence
Go down in History, Queen & Slim, have to come

thang yo
We always do what we gotta do
I am all about respect
She wanna be on the set
You gotta feel it no cap
My homie can’t live in regret
Feel it
I

cold
Drop my eyelash
I'm in the bypass
Drive fast before a bitch go so-so
And how this seems is
I can't feel it
Need more torque so we in four four

slain,
Matter of fact when you see me bitch give me some brain,
Yo it's like that,
We can fight jack,
Let's put the mics down,
You'll catch a beat down,
I

from the fame
Y'all the same rappin' bout money and chains

I've been shot in the chest by my brother (ouch)
Dawgs got their bets on the other (what)

lean by the case load money so thick it can't fold 
All blues yea them honchos get a n***a whacked pronto 
Put money on yo head like el pancho 
Got

there I’ll be on and in
I been locked up so I get that you’re exclusive, slim
you can see that I am special, I’m a pretty bitch, ooh
I stay, but you’re my

that cash
When we like to play, go fast and dash
Fictional stories I'm telling myself, fictional stories developing well
I'm tellin' my stories

on y'all
Shit can get ugly like them outfits made by Boff on y'all
Ugh
Yeah, remember that shit, I'm really that slick
Cold blooded and rock solid, I'm

echoed odes to Bo and Slim as I kicked him
Then I saw the forest edge was up ahead in the distance
So I tread, stole his whip, left him for dead

know enough
She wanna go do another one
When I haven't taken the other one
This a crying out for help
I can't do it by myself
My body feeling so crazy

dropped my cane it's time to go brazy
Prada thang on my back we don't do the old navy
Don't wanna talk to you niggas it's just fuck you pay me
I can't hit

what I want She thick
Worry about you Bitch i don't Duh
Slim waist snatched
Pretty face All natural
And I got them hands
Girl this ain't whatcha want

for mo
I smell good
No cologne
My money stack and grow
Yeah
Yeah
I wear my pants real slim
I keep my fit real tight
I press you if we fight
I ain't

to dip
You to need slim ya mouth
Down you '08 Ky Jenner
Ya keep talking 'bout ya plate
Until we take yo dinner
May baby heart cold like I
Was on born in

I say, Who dat call the police!?
Them hoes called the police!
Slim fine woman with some work with her
She ain't got a lot of ass but I could work

fuck you wanna do, fuck you wanna do
We can make a move like a rendezvous
Between me and you
I pray Jah, obey the rules that we live by
Let no man

to play the winners game
Mother know I'm able put her ripple in her eye
Seat at the Table, So long we elevating, Crane in Sky
I'm eating with the same

Side. sip me and I sip my Wine. Niggas be out here lying
I told you Mariee is fine, my wallet thicc like My thighs
I been Slim thick but my baby made Me

Chris you going crazy
She know what it is and now she tryna have my babies
M's on top of M's, I'm tryna be like Slim Shady
Rubber bands can't hold

em watching how she move
Whole crew by the pool
They gon let that thang loose
Let that thang loose
Trynna do the same moves
But they can't do the same

man
I'm the man who betrayed his only best friends
Not just friends we were Brothers doing everything under one name one brain
You took a fucking joke