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father would honour his first daughter - who birthed all Us.
Turf sodden with her seed, girth trodden by greed who threaten to usurp all that she Breed
Her
This is a desert life
And my spirit is bone dry
Robbing the farmers market
Stole all the fruits I was known by
Maybe I'll just follow suit
Obviously
Philippines
2 liters of dat Sprite, with a pint of lean
Call Louisiana Chicken, order chow mein
Tha Reaper with that mask, dressed like it's Halloween
Oh he
don't be acting foolish
Puffin on them clouds I be heavy on that gas
Oops watch out I'm already on yo ass
In that all black whip you can hear it taking
still always stay on the move every second go by is time wasted for real
In love with the money we flirting
Run it up quick we move perfect (Two Gs)
Talk
This drive don't feel the same like
It did when It was home
You wave at someone goin by and You feel all alone
How do we get to where we were when it
two slices white bread Texas style.
Order in order out order online,
Order by mail fax toll free anytime.
The waitress is a middle age ex-hippie
selling weed in baton rough
And you stayed strong with a pimp trick
Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aww shit
Baby I'm sorry lets start brand
of course he sides
With all the gangs these lames is extorted by
Switch lanes in the Porsche I drive
Let the police Ford Explorer by
Sirens screaming like
shit so you don't know
I'm out this gravity ozone pull you all in
Like a black hole pull you all I like a dark zone pull you all in I got black goals
(live) knowing that are a bluff? (a bluff)
All black with my fit (fit), in the city we turnt up (turnt up)
Turnt up, up on the weekday (weekday)
2 man, 4
Music dumping out the speakers I'm Hotboxing and smoking reefa
Boutta pop out hit the plug cop a Fanta pour a 2 liter
I ain't selfish throw a Oop
side
you're in the dark side
they're in the dark side
we're all in the dark side
You're dumb and deaf and blind (it's something that we goin
The reggie one ice, nice
Price on your baby mama head, no lice, Christ
Chuck Taylor on the Gucci knit
Out the Carrera shooting two Uzi's
On some movie shit who
Desmond Bang
Yeah, my niggas dressed in all black like that nigga Bruce Wayne
And I ain't never swervin' left, so bitch, stay up in your lane
Nigga yous ah
yea
Fly high to my guys on the nine
Cloud judgments wit drugs, only way to get by
Or so we thought, all the hurt gettin' better wit time
If the devil in
and K.D
I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did
service they stretch niggas
Black 'maro two S nigga
Couple birds on my neck nigga
Every time them hoes see me
Like Meek Milly you a mess nigga
Two gats no
I do
Put it back in microwave
Then bust it out that glass
Double up by tonight
You know I make it back real fast
Two cups
Toast up wit the gang
From
out tonight, and have a ball"
I said, "Sure, it's alright, just as long as you be home by two"
I let's her go ahead on out, an' I'm baby sittin',
pass
I'm doing real good but still got my ski mask
And them black gloves is right in the back pocket
So that means no prints on the Ruger when I pop it
Kap
Kneeing for blacks
Too pussy cops
Knees on blacks
These just the facts
Y'all still shooting
We still looting
We need change
Not a resolution, yea
two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'
Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
me phony
And said I was kickin' a bunch of that baloney
But they soon found out, and now they all believe
'Cause every Tuesday after school, me and her
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