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Wii can work it out, no Nintendo
I just hit Alt, Tab
Switchin' in between two convos
I should just call cabs
And bring 'em both here
took a cab home
She told me I was only good for a sad song
A crooked smile I gave
Nonchalant about it
Maybe she'll come back
This time I doubt it
I lived, I learned
I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers
It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper
Homie, I grew up in
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)
Oh oh, she gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right?
get a cab ride
She don’t do the blogs, but if she did, she’d be on mad sites
Ass so mean that I’m always on her bad side
Uh, now she don’t ever
ski-mask, placed in the projects to hide my weed stash
Dominican shit, shit, I got it from fans
Yo, the stone is in my chain, so I call it the cab
a cab ride
She don’t do the blogs, but if she did, she’d be on mad sites
Ass so mean that I’m always on her bad side
Uh, now she don’t ever stress me
pretty boy niggas, crush they karma
Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage
My whole crew's fresh out the bars
Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver
your fist?
With my feet.
With your feet?
With an axe.
Call me a cab, kid
Anything you can do, I can do better.
I can do any thing better
sitting close together in a cozy taxi cab
Must you ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta, gab, gab, gab
Aristotle, mathematics, economics, antique chairs
call it the cab
Diamonds on my damn chain
Diamonds on my damn chain
I'm like ooh daddy, I see you do the damn thang
Got my vote, I'm feelin' your
places, so throw that whole armor of righteousness
I spark this thing, but my name ain't Bubba
I got a problem with racist cab drivers, like Glover
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the graffitti about slashed seat affairs,I say that's
re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin
Baby oh baby
Tell the man at the ticket stand that you've changed your mind
Well let me run on out and tell the cab to keep his meter flying
Cause
leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin
I used to be god-fearing
Now I`m so frightened
`Cause the devil will drag you under
By the sharp tailfin
Of your checquered cab (?)
Now I can`t
the shows over, when you comin' back?
Know the hotel close but we fuckin' in the cab
I'm a well-known roadster runnin' to the bag, girl
Funny you should
lay up
Three-five-seven, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherfuckin' cab
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like
cop me
In the back of the cab, this hoe sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot's
the night together
Now hold on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment
rehab, pussy pussy rehab
Never let a snitch nigga slide
Yellow diamonds like a cab
I don't need a ride
I'm rolling up this Larry kush
To get me alive step
come to you, you'll know what to do
It'll come to you
Don't start to plan to rebuff
A fresh young man when you're in a cab and
He starts making free
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