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Then I give you a second to make sense of it first
It’ll all make sense by the end of the 2nd verse
Some of ya’ll get it the 1st time you heard it
Some

Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,

do not care about these hoes and they pissed
I don't know who mad these niggas or hoes
Gon' live by the earth or live by the code
Glock with a drum it

rip the buttons off your blouse one by one

First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one

Then, run my tongue down your neck to your bare

out, tuck my nine 
Married by gun, it blows smoke rings
Bitch wet like a pool, I'm stroking 
I'm so fly that she unzips me
When they smell loud they know

and tight
Nice and tight
Let's go and up and down
Up and down
Cmon and pump those legs
Pump those legs

Yo
Yeah I'm coming for the top like this
Mad boys mad

Look
Jay Wil The Six
I'm back, I'm bad
You mad, thats sad
It sucks, To suck
Don't push, your luck
Your girls, alone
She text, my phone
I take, your

making they bang
Why you so mad
My nigga stop playing and put down that mag
First things first
Get a bag by putting in the work
First things first
Slap

wanted him to die
I just smoke
I hated him so bad
And the wildest of dreams can come true
How long will I pay for my mistakes
I die
I'm going mad
I die
How

love
Mad mad mad mad love
I got this mad mad mad mad love
Mad mad mad mad love
There will be times when you're peaceful by my side
There will be nights

under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,

Long Awaited

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

you've waited 
First heard it hear, negative criticism is mad appreciated 
My direction takes course of a fraudulent, fake endorserer 
Thinking he's

to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you

Choke

within me
Time, dollars
And gold still withholds my memory
Remember me? I think we met
Within a past life
Couldn't remember but I know we was mad tight
We

kick 'em all day
And my motto, make Biggie Smalls pay
I make it ruff enough
You and Puffy crawl away

First to bomb
Right out the gate nigga fuck your

the bottom 
Underdog from the pit 
Thatu0027s why I make em sick 
They mad that Iu0027m the shit 
They mad I got my shit straight 
They ainu0027t wanna see me

Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with

a lot racks, they stacking up
My booty looks good her's looking rough
Bitch don't be mad you ain't tight as us
Got a new set, back it up
Cost to much,

Yeah!
Mad!
War time U know
A big tune!
Mad ricky 
Yeah one time tune
Bullet 
Tune!

Sweeta than 
Sweeta than 
Sweeta than nice
Bad man time
This not

They never have what I'm looking for
If I call you all my enemies
I'll never know who's a friend to me

I see a mad man
I see a mad man
I see a mad man
I

Rick James, T. Marie, my "Fire and Desire"
When I used to go by SQUiRE
You was still my rider
When I had no tires
My love for you girl could never expire

make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by

earthquake
Ingen tobakk inn her vi har herbs babe
Æ Har dårlig lykke tror æ e cursed babe
Koffor kom så my folk in the first place
Æ Møte kun dæ sunday

Yo
I kept pursuing what they thought that I would never do
Now I got revenue streams from streaming revenue
I keep my circle tight you got enemies