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story. Now that I cant do

Cover girl
No seh that a
Mi fi be yuh 
One and only
Lover girl
Them stingy tho
The little that the righteous
Have
Surely better

I tweet the link
Shit I made the bass line I don't waste time
I take advantage with these little ass rhymes
I beat the beat up like it was mr derksens

holding a brush
Filling in the blanks
As I add in all the colours
With a flick and a splash
A Tip and a tap
Maybe a little blue and then black
Mix it

this joint I act stingy
If you can't afford it
then really you feenin
Burn up some grabba
Then mix up the season
Add some moon rocks it's gone Have you

the mix yeah we sick like we got the flu (Uh)
Nigga I'm dedicated, black and educated
Meditated back to my roots
Dripping 16 flavors of marinara, put me in

She wants shots
Lemon drops
Red headed sluts
Keep em coming don't stop
Till we drop dead Fred
Pass out in bed
And by bed, I mean anywhere you fall

Voodoo Kiss

Mr. Big

Lean into It [Bonus Tracks]

1991

I have the full moon fever
A black cat cut across my path
Put a spell on me Mademoiselle
I want somebody to love me back
I need somebody to love me

yo blood flow
Situation sticky get like Ricky you smell gun smoke

Cruising down in Calabasas v6 engine 4 by 4
Did it for the music he thinking he

the 47th time I ain't a dunce
I don't fold under pressure, I'm a diamond in the rough
And I mix my weed together, black diamond with the runtz, you shook

by me
I'm not the guy you thought I was nah I am not what you had expected
I got the rhythm of jazz in the eighties and spit like a llama invested
I

I know smoke pullin' up, we cuttin' shine, and they tryna shoot a movie
Told steto see what her Head like, need my meds
I get too high, I black out

Fried onions, salt, pepper ketchup and the mayo, ayo
This is the reality, better get used to it it's quite the tragedy
Mix it wit a little bit of shine

MQ on the mix boy
Nahfr can we have a check please
Haaa
Walk a nigga down by myself
Cus I don't trust niggas
I grow up around some real niggas
I know

get you cut off like a dam
Run a nigga over inna Hummer
Knock him to the side down deep in the gutters
Hit em like the Plague in Black Summer
Skirtin

the nights I couldn't rhyme
She throw it up for a nigga hoop off the back board
Tried to black ball now we popping up on the stat board
I been in the mix I

nigga, why your ass lyin'
Spend back, get up on the opps, all them niggas dyin
Relyin' on a broke bitch, that's some shit you can't do

Spend on a black

Drake and Cole, T and Dylan that's the same shit
Black and white but this mix a little different
I don't think I got the words to explain this
But every

insane
Like cars with bars in window panes
Slit throat by glass, yea window pain
And yes I'll feel your widows pain
Black crowbar through her little brain

you have for me
Staring at the sky wondering
How did I deserve this

c black Italian brazilian kid
Man what a mix
Coming from a place
People don't make

real shooters
They see me shining
They say I move with drug pushers
Nah

Taking it back to the hood
Rep my niggas when I drop by
Mix my lean with my

fly by when I'm lookin' at the screen
Blue light filter, but my eyes seein' that green
Gettin' a little envious of all these young teens
Makin' songs

One love... Got to get a little bettah
Gun shot in da ghetto kill a bruddah or a sistah
From my eyes feel me what I'm looking
Mickey mouse freedom

thought in whatever I'm rockin'
But never loud ass colors, the black and white type
Balenciaga Runners over Air Max 95 Nikes
I mix it up like a chemist

her crush GG only mix with Fanta
She think I don't post but nope you're block little bitch your cancel
Every Halloween, I should dress as Danny Phantom