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AND A SIX PACK|CHILLIN IN THE TRAY BACK|WE FIND A LITTLE BEACH TRACK|WHERE ONLY YOU AND ME ARE GONNA BE AT||CHO|SUMMER DAYS TASTE OF FREEDOM|YOU SWAYING

on the mofuckin' creep
Blast a fuckin' bitch if she holla at me
'Cause you know you can't talk to the mofuckin' king
Yeah you know I like it psychedelic
'Cause I'm

of somebody else
You shook me out of my thoughts and left me with soft kisses where my bruises lay
Now being alone doesn't seem so bad cuz I know that you

of somebody else
You shook me out of my thoughts and left me with soft kisses where my bruises lay
Now being alone doesn't seem so bad cuz I know that you

how you run that fast
They like how you make that track
Hold on DJ, run that back
Hold on ME3CHIE, this a hit
I can bump this in the whip
Let me call

Let them blessings fall down

I wanna kiss this track

though all she had to do was cut up an apple for me
To let me know her love for me would fill the sea
Now I'm a dad and she is grandma Susie
cnd the love

ludicrous, like too fast and shit we driving right by the moon
Moon you niggas kiss my ass I’m coming through
Like who am I?
Roger that, shooting first,

Meet me by the mountain track
Just before the mornin’
And we’ll climb up the camel’s back
And watch the day a-dawnin’

Let’s float down the cool

With no brain attached bringing crazy back
We could face the facts, got MacDeezy
And he rap freely in the backseat
When you play the track, got your ass

(I always loved this shit, nigga)
Yea
Gotta let my hair out on this one
cnd Imma keep spinning around, in case I miss one

Gripped her by her pretty

Who said they fucking with King and the B
Bow down and kiss the ring
All you niggas see defeat
I make your army retreat
Steppin to me
I do not think

gotta soul 
It's my soul you stole 
I dont tote no pole 
Got yo hoe at my show
Let these niggas know 
I got boat by the load 
And my money green 
Dancing

Turn It Up

Tha Alkaholiks

Firewater

2006

Alkies, yeah, we back
Gettin' fucked up off this brand new track
They call me barfly, I sip the bar dry
You girls sing "My Guy" when I buy 'em

a ting! 


We ga pass by the tracks and just to hail up all his boys but my phone just keep on ringing like girl what's that noise ??

I give my man a kiss

synthesize magic on low notes
Plant my feet in the state governed by that nigga Cuomo
From Queens like Nas my opps ain't no Hovs
Me without a mic is like AOC

me Seamus

Newkama, niggas filled with the gayness
60 cents, pockets looking too heinous
Jr Choi, I get high to the moon
They dickriding, tryna kiss my

Hearing my shit make your knees get weak
Making this music easily
Say my name E L T double E
What the fuck do you want from me
Banging out tracks like it's

It's been a long long time
Can you even see me from that far
Sky and ocean full of stars
Apple of my eye

Our bodies not young
Crystalized by the run

shirt, yeah
Rub by the time you think they blamin'
Who the hell put the lean on my Fanta
I call up Yachty when I'm in Atlanta
He talkin' crazy, get hit

trying to kick it like I'm
Kung fu Kenny
Let a young niga link up
When I'm back in your city
Know you barely got time
But I need a lil bitty
Why them other

We Got Panache

Princess Superstar

Princess Superstar Is

2002

and we real bad ass
You know we got panache style, sass
Gettin' mad ass keepin' it under glass
Pizazz and class we kiss in the back
Spittin' mad trash

her but i could feel her make her feel it 
I could take ya bitch and get up in her 
They say kill them with love let the bullets kiss ya 
I bought me

And I won't stop makin' bread
Pillsbury doughin'
Man I don't care hate
I'm just on this track flowin'
And I'm fresh, clean in some shit you ain't seen