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on pomegranate
Sweet as pineapple I don't take this for granted
Tripping from one lick of your skin, all night I'm high
Hallucinating lip lock kiss

No need

It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah

Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)

It looks like

God damn never had a thing like this
Never had nobody ever think like this
She's got the lips of a devil
She keep spitting those words 
That scream

a Deadrising boss
I can hear your heart beating loud through the hiding walls
You think you're a gangsta you're a rat secured by the cops

I was fucking with

and I
Rub it and she begins to moan and purr like
A little dove "Put your finger inside me
" she begs, but I tease her and say "No
First I have to make

alive bitch sit down and die
Bitch ole lollipop ass niggas
All y'all just a bunch of licks
Your girl sucked on my dick and
You kissed her on the lips I

like I was Casper the ghost
See Danny come out the phantom flashing cash in his hands say "you wanna do a feature" not a ghost of a chance
My flow as it

a different kind of vibe)
Dali wami babe
Mngani wami baby
Dali, Dali wami
I'll always be by your side
Dali wami babe
Mngani wami baby
Dali, Dali wami
I'll

hear you calling me by her name
CH
I'm tired of being your sideshow
But if I don't I'll never see you again
It's like I'm walking a tightrope
And I've

I'm a sick individual, not really typical
But I'm invisible, let me give you a visual
Spitting these syllables, like I'm original
My beats are never

Dangerous Dan McGrew

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 3

1994

your eyes and hold them hard like a spell
And such was he and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell

With a face most hair and the dreary

a little bitch
I got to drop I got the Addy Finna make it quick set it up like a lick so I get self-defense
Catch em posted on a Conner trying to sell some

I lick my lips, got my eyes on you
Even when you sit, What them thighs might do
Even when you trip I gotta ride by you
Even when I trip, you just tie

back
Touched by the hit stick
My gravy shooter's for coverin' biscuits
Leave like a foreign, hit you with the kiss kiss
I mind my own business (You

cos' she's drivin' me insane
She's a black widow
And I can't say no

She wraps me in her web
Looks at me and licks her lips
I try and fight it
But I'm

can be
Pop A tab on my tongue I can't see
Only thing I can motherfucking see
Is that I'm Georgie
Tat it on your lips yee 
And call her fucking daddy

opened my up like a casket

You are a grave robber
I know this in my heart
I know it's true

You are a grave robber
I'll pull back your lips and lick your

to me
Don't got time unless I'm getting paid
In that case looks like I'm running out of time
Spitting out my rhymes at the speed of half-time
Meantime I

Watcha Do

Three 6 Mafia

Chapter 2: World Domination

1997

nice dreams
Bout' spices and ice cream
You look kind of fiesty
Your lips they entice me
Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it
I

on some other kind of level
When I got you in bed it's like ya fiending for
The semen when ya give me head
the liquid pourin out ya face staining white

rhymes
Spitting vices like it's Latin
Incantations all the fashion
Kids these days love their dark magic
Guess that's just my demographic
We get loud

the genie in the bottle
Till you wake up
To a few more demons by tomorrow
Sitting up drenched
Full sweat
Killing off my vices
Like I'm playing roulette
Which

the genie in the bottle
Till you wake up
To a few more demons by tomorrow
Sitting up drenched 
Full sweat
Killing off my vices 
Like I’m playing roulette

my Rolex
And I'ma die by that
I'ma die 'bout my respect
Too high I cannot wreck, ballin'
My life on edge they talkin' ra ra
Gon' get they lips gra ra