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Lemme run that right, yeah
Aye yeah, okay
Okay, I ball out like I'm average Joe
I press on the gas to the floor
Go, dropping the top to the floor
I

shit got me feeling like torreto
Ya we movin really fast we movin furious
Lil bitch see the print up on my pants she getting curious
Fuck up out my face

to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb

It's on his chest, he ready to go to war 
His mama bought him Soldier Rees
I'm ridin' by myself, or the devil
Until Lil' Joe is free

Ain't got

I can't complain 'cause I don't really have a reason why
I look around and see a sight that you couldn't define
I'm in a bind as time is ticking by

nigga do you wrong, hoe, what's really going on
Crazy bitch calling block, hoe, who really on the phone
He iced out Big Bandz, bro, put the barrel to his

of fathom 
Me going platinum 
Rich like I'm Jackson 

I'm bout to black out 
And spazz on these kids 
They running their mouth 
And running their lips 
They

I really want
Some real music out of hip-hop
Fuck talking 'bout a wrist watch
Hold up
Hold up
You see my wave, I’m 'bouta blow up
Santa be bumping me,

her giggling laughing while we sitting talking on the bench
She pulled me for a kiss, know I'm getting cock blocked by her friend
Really I don't

around town in a tinted out lexus 
Damn this shit is really getting stressing
When she finds out that I'm really messing 
A lesson learned when I'm left

pull up in a foreign
Get dirty like Tonka trucks
She keep telling me she love me
Thanks for keeping it a buck
Just found out my last name Irish
Bitch I'm

embarrass yoself everytime my guy, go cry me an ocean 
When I'm spittin the facts like Joe rogan 
I be bringin' In chicas w slogans 
They tellin' me that she

like Kapernick
My youngins like to clap on shit but I aint w the ratchet shit
She gone really throw it back like niggas playin' catch n shit
Gucci came

out, smash town
Neighbors wondering what is that sound ? I'm that loud
That proud came up from pennies and hand downs
Now I'm with a fan and she pulling

to fight as we get in the summer
She wanna get me, no take by the donna
Oh Wait, I come like Osama!
This the Life of the Party, what you up to
Cause I really

For the free throw, we know that you you gotta go

Go out to the coast, start relaxing (Laxin')
Man I'm getting all this bread, shoutout Jackson

know you so you oughta prove to me you ain't gonna bring the feds out
Or red will pull the led out
Yeah
The rain pouring and my glass is too
I'm the shit

The Face on the Barroom Floor

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

voice is cracked and my throat's worn out and my lungs are going fast. 
"Say, Give me another whiskey and I'll tell you what I'll do 
I'll tell you

niggas ain't rapping
Say you in the trap but really is you stacking

Really what's poppin really what's cracking
Niggas fuck w me I'm low key active
She

say her pussy is sweet
I ask her how sweet, she say just like cake
I wanna move out to Cali and live in the alley
The view is great
Rubbin her thigh,

From the lowest could imagine
I still run it back like Jackson
Fell out w my recent bitch a lot of selfishness and baggage
Put too much work into my

the bucks
I Came in with 9 racks and they still going up

I looked at these hoes that I wanted to fuck
Now her ass is on me and we deep in the club
She came

the loving wasn't her type
But I would give it all away
If she loving me by tonight
They say love don't cost a thing
But I really just paid the price
That

really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some