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Riding low in the backseat
So chic
Like they own this street
She's not one for the fast lane
He's quick
But she's hard to beat

They're like Bonnie

obtain and invest in self-interest
And watch the fly multiply, Red-1 and Kardinal
Yes you must recognize, to this I testify
By the ways of the Samurai
If I

vomiting back up prose
So that you know I speak to each from chic elite to average Joe
Freak a beat decently seems to me please keep casual
Here comes

to the top walls like Resident Evil licks
Like a beauty pagaent full of ugly chics how you read the book of life without scanning the contents
Man ya'll know

Keep a bad bitch cause I like the way She twerk
Call her by her alias but names I’m The worst
Never gas a hoe give what she’s Worth
When I drop a whole

for love, I don't do it for cake
I ain't gonna lie, I like to ball in my ways
Chic decor a couple racks in the safe
Infinity pool, AMG in the cave
Keep

and explore
Go inside
Got caught by the trap door
No lies
Stop talking that folk law
Silent vibez  
Close up the window an
Lock door
Dickheads acting all

the brightness of the sun
By then I will have won
You will be overrun
You ask how much time do you have left now none

Hide and seek baby just like that
Hide

These chics left me on read
Now they want me in their beds
Motivated by the bread
Always thinking with my head
I got heart but I'm heartless
Tryna

those vibes flyin' high like a stoner
I'm just gettin' by but I ain't a freeloader
Maybe give me pie for bein' so kosher

Diggin' up on the beat in

Mm-hm
And if you love tomorrow
Then think of how it's gonna be:
Tomorrow's what you're gonna
Have a lifetime of
With me!

Never judge a book by its cover

cruel design
Cancer, famine, greed – the wicked kill the blind
I'm unique, I'm chic – I'm just some plain white bread
Seems by this time I let the pipe

nightmares
Bout the police coming after me
Why
Because I'm selling them
Got damn Ps by the apple tree
Nigga I was hanging out on Buxton
Selling wrapper weed

coming for Benjamin
But they ain't getting in by the hairs on my chinny chin
I call him gimme gimme, 'cause gimme gimme never gets
I ain't fucking with

Paying me in Pesos
Whipping up tunafish
Mami easy on the mayo
Soon to be stupid rich
Money bags
By the weight loads
On the East Coast shit
They call me

bundu a jsou sladký jako čaj
Držej ji u hlavy zbraň a říkaj, jak ji dobře znaj
Pi*u
Kdybys znal, jej příchuť
Udávil by ses tím a týden ji měl stucklou v

and sophistication. Enjoy the shabby chic delights of the latin quarter, watch the sunset from the hilltop of Montmartre, and take a moonlit stroll along the banks

you been missing
I got lyrics you should listen
Rewritten with precision

Thirty-five years ago
I wrote those rhymes
Hip-hop's still plagued
By violent

getting older

By the pool there lies a goddess draped in oil and strings today
She looks about the shape and size of those I used to play
But I'm weary

x2)

You gotta

Take the bull by the horns

They be  trying to take the King

But don’t really want his crowns of thorns

It don’t matter what side you

chic
cnd fear has made some tough guys and smart pricks 
But not as good as good old fashioned ignorance 
Too tightly wound and scary selfish 
 What I'd

2
cccessorize Try on a smile
So distress won't cramp my style  
Shabby chic has it's own flare
It's none the worse for wear
	Pretty things tossed in

chic'N and spinach calzones
Garlic butter sauce and provolone (Top it)
Proactively in my zone
That's the most North of Stock tones. (Stockton)

On Eight

out to each one
(Ooooh, ooooh)
Ohh, a ton of the greatest were raised by one it's true
And like me, it might happen to you

How will I ever be a star