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I'm busy (I'm busy)
Maybe we can get a quickie (A quickie)
She grind on me like Pretty Ricky
Oh, she kiss on my neck like ooh
Fendi mixed with Louis got

with my headspace, kwani wagwan?
Mum said the numbers shouldn't lead to fixation
Told me, "Stop leaning on your expectations"

2020, man was on the grind

cook curry shrimp and she love kung fu

Good with the grind and her mind is strong too
She feeling me back, not what I'm going through
I don't wanna tell

a bopper looking pretty (Fresa)
You can find me in the Valley, what's my state? (Tejas)
Pushing weight (Yeska)
Living great (¡Epa!)

We ridin drops in

back and record me on your receiver 
Flow sicker than someone with a fever 
And cooler than the meat that stays in ya freezer 
Meaner than the behavior

of the time Pretty Ricky, she won't bump and she grind
Plain Jane, Audemars, tell me the time She fuck with 20, I make her my slime
She capital P, she won't

the underdog
I keep deals come fuck with me I'm like Mario over at action wear
(Come fuck with me)
Got the shit jumping out the pot I had to tell that shit

All the bros that's gone still with me
I lost my brothers, I'm still reminiscing'
And since they been gone, I ain't have no feelings
For my niggas

bastard, plastered. Basket-case
With the fit on magic-swag it's casket-safe
Cuz if they kill me today, bury me Just how I stand
6'4" looking pretty with

get all her head try see what all she like
She said you funny just talk to me nice
If you play your cards right you can hit by tonight
And I'm too geek

holding on
Pheucha here, nuts hanging with the LD
And I’m getting on my sh*t, you n***as smell me?
I tried being nice and gave sh*t to n***as
And then I

Yeh
Proving my worth by the bar when they hear me flowing
Conversations with Al bout taking over 38k high in the Boeing
I ain't look like what you'd

to the death plenty fought
From the A to the J, I done shown plenty heart
Shown plenty smarts, any art, Bizzy sharp
Ill with the literature Freeway Ricky Ross

and then purple pink skies
And it's cool, baby, with me
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me

whip
I don't give a fuck about your nigga, You's a cool bitch
You feel me?

See I'm just tryna make you slow grind to some pretty ricky
And I just want

gossip, don't even sit with me/

grind I sealed the flow yeah
Ain't nobody fucking with the chosen
Me and higher powers interwoven
And that's one in the same
You and me nigga we ain't in

tell you I got you, I got you, you got me
Ain't nobody God can stop me
Lock me in a cell, With another me
And you can still tell
He is not me
If I say

Like It or Not

Bubba Sparxxx

Deliverance

2003

or not.. uhh

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown + (Bubba)]
Ain't a damn thang pretty
From dirt roads to the city, uhh
(You might catch me drunk in the pub)
(Or

because I'm in the gallardo, laughing like Ricky Ricardo (ha ha ha ha)
With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta shit
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference

pretty
Like to fuck 'em with the lights on
She starin' at the God
Got me feelin' like a icon
She pull up in that Camry
And she hop out with some tights

You pop off, then gone in a day
The worlds in your palm with the fame
It's hard to not misbehave
Waters the way that I shape
You don't care why they say

pride (okay)
You can call me soft, but I'm gold and I shine (I shine)
When I'm killing time, I'm on the grind
Blind to see, but I still got my blinders

ever stress over bitches, I know I got plenty in city to city to city
All of my niggas they with me, when shit getting tricky, they upping the blicky, no