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I never played with these niggas
Never played myself
Never bought my girl no coach
She make plays by herself
Can't even look in hoes directions

No wrongs, for a while just hold on
Don't leave, my world has changed without you here

Waiting for me Shih Tzu by the door, so
Patiently head down

down to Texas

(Hey, you know you really are an asshole)

Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song pal

I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what

zone I hone the beat
It is vital though I own the Scheme
I'm liable to grow the team
Chi's a viable holy seed
I'm going for a piece of property
With my

by Valentino
Color of cherry red like maraschino
The one that showed her puddy tat
On her lower back, by the kitty cat
Now, he's suffering sucka

tweak like Denzel
Weight of the wait on Renzel
I told lil mama I don’t want a Pen Pal
Lil mama spazzing she think that she’s Kendall
I just met up with

by my side
Ima feeling fine
Pehle Pehle Mujhe ati thi sharam
Kaise Krunga mai Rap
Tabhi Hota Mai Garam
Tabhi Hota Snap
Ima Jam
I don't give a Danm
Yeh

I keep my gold, or get arrested, and which one's the prospect
Watching two kids across the street throwing hands, don't think they saw me
I'm sitting

me, he be doing my promotion
I'm the reason that he rolling rolling, rolling, rolling
I could put you in the sky, make you feel just like you floating
I

and wide-eyed
But loving the crowd
Took the note from my hand
Catching himself by surprise
Said 'well this is most unusual,
But it is a special night
I'll read

rocks
Shorty sipping Molson Dry
Zonin' off that Cha Cha
No doubt I feel mannish but don't want to take advantage
Let that vixen pass by, and look I

INTRO:

Feen music for the ones that... (Yeah)
Feen music for the ones that love this... (Yeah, Yeah)
Feen music for the ones that...
Consumed by

streets gettin off tar
I can't see thru the bullshit I'm smoking that good shit it help me get right by the stars
The opp niggas killed my brotha we get

I said it's JayT and Hutchings
Fuck that fake emcee's CD I put that in the dustbin
Blazing on this cheese off my face on this skunkting
Internally

stop the yapping
This zip burnt faster than ya last one
Cuz grace by my hands
Loading up the cash son
Jeez louis
You be thinking you a bad one
Don't play

Been living poor
So I'm all in now
But I'm all in doubt
Like a ballin foul 
When ya calling out 
Feel the rain
But my loves a drought
Kill for the same,

I can't believe I get to be him

"Thank you Buck
But I can get by on my own
The thing is, you don't have to
I'm with you to the end of the line, pal

by the second
Can anybody else hear cette "tragédie poetic"
someone stab my Heart with a local anesthetic
Searching through your drawers like I'll find

yell at my pal about not planting Travies and not that one woman Man must participate in the army More than years men have many women Some must scan

money in the 5th grade
Oh You ain't Kno

Stop playin on my phone lil nigga you don't know me
I can get you touched by some niggas in their 40's
Drag you

of my check list reads
Remain unaffected by the next pricks beliefs
I'll keep this brief, breathe you in like a sigh of relief
Existence disappears

my dick in her throat call her big mouth
Nigga fresher than water im drenched
I can’t fuck with you vibe so get out
I don’t stay in the trap when

Smile for Me

Massari

Massari [Extended Version]

2006

be in the hood where the gats go bloa!
I got stacks and pals, rowin catsters wow, actin here ma that's not your style.
I can tell by the Chanel you

Accordions and Tim Buck Two
Devilishly suited eggs
Wilted like my yesterdays
Fondled by the testing grounds
Hands pop down from ceiling cows
Udders stretch