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a sledge
Knock the pussy out beat it up like craig
Strict pussy diet baby keep me well fed
Thick shit she was raised off of cornbread
Aint no way in hell

Girlfriend [The Neptunes Remix]

*NSYNC

Now, Vol. 10

2002

appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold you
He don't love you like I can love you, or squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back

like his bitch,
I don’t think I’m cumin
CLOCK IN MOTHAFUCKA TRY TO MANAGE THAT
KEEP YA MINI WAGE 
ILL TAKE MY HOURS BACK
 
HE SAID I GOTTA FIRE YOU OUTTA

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

talking to me even though I can't see him
Someones watching me all the way man I can feel him
Red eyes and horns on his head it can't be him
I'll kill

I’m your cousin Craig and your Day-Day
Same spot, nawl switch it up
Gotta keep it G and on the up and up
Keep a sweet tooth for my candy crush

I’m your cousin Craig and your Day-Day
Same spot, nawl switch it up
Gotta keep it G and on the up and up
Keep a sweet tooth for my candy crush

different/man that drama be trauma it make you live different/if this was a convo I’ll tell’em live different/I made it back after I burned it but that bridge

Ride his face like a merry go round
Moan in his ear he loves my sound
Press me bitch i'll get my hounds
Dick was 'Euro' measured by pounds
Fuck with

did it by my dolo

Fuck Casper Gomez and fuck the fucking Diaz brothers
I’ll bury those cockroaches

a trend
And now its cool to be a rat and just tell on your friends
They say you got to be a sell out to make it it makes sense
That's prolly why I'll never

ain't leaving witness
He ain't make it to the crib
Cause them killers got up wit em
We ain't make it to the bed
Fuck that bitch by the kitchen
I ain't

a demon
And my life a movie, might get narrated by Morgan Freeman
When rap money come in fast, I'll spend a bag up in at neimans
Check the driveway, it's

devilish mind
I'll make a dream to quit while reality slips
When he leaned me back in his classic car
I knew what it was like to want a country star

I

throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep

die
If I gotta show my face
I'll make you disappear
This will be a cold case
Like dexter Morgan
I'll leave no trace

Walkin' up the stairs
Heart beating

grind on
And keep that iron on me

All I know… is

Stack loot, pack tools
If it’s bad then I’ll jack you X2

I keep my mind on my money
The boy is focused

Ignore the violence keep freestyling pray this rapping take off
But First I gotta Jenny Craig this pack get the weight off
Im just trynna get my

hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country

people hell rose
Niggas that ain't had shit
For 400 years overcompensate by
Over accessorizing with gear
Man y'all don't see my vision
I do it for the love

this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's

this is roaring impact
Crashing through the timelines
By the way I see it
I'm as real as the sandman pouring Captain Morgan with a mad man
Sixteens are

one. 
Mess around I'll get another one.


Its been a long day, its been a long day...
Hit me with the text I hit the double space.
Told me to hit