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Love's a, drug it's
All night buzzin
Stuck in a loop of some trust mixed with some fuck shit
Busted up by ya touchin crave it like junkies
I let you

lurking 
That candy apple red caddy
The bottom of the shoes match perfect
They can't see it they don't want it
That's on them, can't want it for em
By any

that's my way, You dance yours....
Kicked off By the expectations,
Couldn't Match all proclamations
Shouted by the generations,
Telling me want me to pick

to me
So I'm asking you for time to adjust
Let me make it there
I will be one you can trust
What I stand for, I put my life on, I do
I guess what I'm

wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up

Body mad so she match fit
Switch positions I'm tryna talk tactics
Bend over look back watch me grab it
Hypnotised by your waist my gaard I have to have

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party

alone
Consumes my ray of hope
I'm a match fire
Trying to survive in a hurricane
No
Stop
Don't you pretend to be listening

Why and why I keep asking
No

perfect with ma belt
Hahaha... match ma damier luggage too
Joints rolled up... that's louis vuitton.
.. (UH)... bad bitchs and cold drinks
YEAAAA!... you

I got people asking me if comfortable where I am
I'd be lying if I said I am
I got people asking me about old homies I no longer stand
Far as I know

Posting that gun but we know you got it took tho
We can tell you ain't got no money
You just look broke
Bitches keep asking me to match i leave them all

in
I'm watching the moon go through phases
They've been really patient
They asking me Kobe' how you been
I need a soda and-
Anyone listening show your

I got people asking me if comfortable where I am
I'd be lying if I said I am
I got people asking me bout old homies
I no longer stand
Far as I know

Baby why you trippin asking where I'm at you not my bitch
But she gon' pull up give me head & I don't even need a zip
Ask what's in my cup baby yeah

while experimenting my chemistry
My chemical composition was imbalanced
I couldn't make the hard work match up to the talent
Now these voices in my head

by myself don't go to parties
Deep in this bit got patna's that's whiling tripping
Some of them hanging of the walling, like they never had shit

the flow?
So how can I learn if I don't know how
To stand by the Curb and follow the flow?
Just let it all out, I know you're asking how
Well how would I

thirty-eight by twenty-nines
And two dicks got these shits looking hella tight
I pop tags in morning, I pop the bands at night
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm

the flames to match it
As I sit in this section right next to you
Feel in my chest that I'm getting obsessed with you
Still as I stare in your face, I hope I

One more time and it's over one more time and it's wraps
One more time one more time and it's over
One more time and it's over I need you by my side

a match on her hip
Stockings run, can't resist
Step inside baby it's no sin
No one's asking

Don't you call him a Nancy no more
Don't you call him

greed
Got nothing to lose so I think on my feet

I am a renegade
Adamant by nature since 2nd grade
And I love myself for that, so I don't care about all

or fashion of rapper that can match me, I'm a dragon
All the competition beat the system in some Nike slides and white socks
'Cause what I'm spittin' swear

of anybody or anything
Look
My brudda said he proud of me
I be asking what for?
I just keep displacing my sorrow until I drown folks
I ain't with that talking