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look so nice
I bought a dress an high heels too (toooo)
We had a meal, fresh fruit by candle light
An then we made love till two oooooo

(chorus)
I

through

And your boyfriend don't like me
Can tell by the way he scorns at me spitefully 
And they say nice guys finish last
But imma be the first the hit

niggas is wild now

I be wearing all these labels
Now I got labels trynna sign me
You trynna hit me from your mama crib
It's a nice crib I could buy it
All

the president
My soldiers kill
Kinda on my truths
So I never had to fight
But like your grandma said
Even nice thugs fight
Only hang with black sheep I'm the only

Jekyll
I am Nice
If you do not provoke Me 
I'm Feeling High 
Like Mr. Hyde 
With all these Pills I'm Poppin'

Insanity strikes 
And I feel like I'm going

the sky
It’s those
Nice cheek bones
Those brown eyes
You keep me on time
Make sure I never die
No one like you on earth
Baby your such a prize
Your clouding

through
And your boyfriend don't like me 
Can tell by the way he scorns at me spitefully
And they say nice guys finish last
But imma be the first to hit

the things that I love best
There's nothing near as nice (As)

C-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e
I think it's great
I'd like to thank the person who invented
Choco-late

on the bus

Brown hair, white smile with the nice dress
I still think about us
Yes, I must confess
He's a liar, she's a crier, how about we let it rest?
What I

to ask the bread9fe's and brown berries
All the real heads know they cannot bump heads
Some rappers go hear this and feel hurt
Y'all so emo, you cancer I'm

The old school furniture, the vintage carpet, fridge magnets on the fridge showed the yard was owned by yardies,
The beatings the cuz got for putting his

just waiting for the baton

Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead

away that chrome brown
It’s nice on the zones now
Any beef we roll out
Catch him, blast his dome out
GB the flowing sound
Niggas know know we're blowing

music's going great
I'm with my boys up by the lake
I swear I'm so fillin'
Tight with the mic ya'll love spittin'
Living like a bitch but I love women
Faded

to make the landing
Dynamic duo on my own call me Mayson Tatum or Maylen Brown
That's a self alley oop on the fast break or bounce off the back 
With

life this shit ain't even funny
Tap her twice she calling me honey Tap her nice her husband a dummy yeah
Green land ma Karey hum smoke uh
Chote teri

I'm wondering where the day went
The clouds had me shrouded and grey but
I'm still out pounding the pavement but
Drowning the hurt by pounding
Rounds

Sriracha

Bestie

No Bad Days

were out playing in the waves

Ow, ow
Back to the beach you arrived like a goddess
I've never seen anyone look quite like her
Her brown hair it

Leaves

We start as buds
Inside a twig
We turn to where we face the light

Than we develope
And we unfold
Rhythm controlled by day and night
And than

I'll be back

I'm walkin' down this winding road, feels like I'm floatin'
Slow motion on the coast of the ocean (That's a nice view, man)
Its

Psycho Ballet

Eric Schwartz

That's How It's Gonna Be

on this earth 
But there?s some here that hail from the moon

Like the nuthouse-kateers and the brown-baggied beers
Drunk by drunks who have drunk here for

Just got an expensive pack (yeahh)
Black Locs with the golden rims to match
(yeahh)
Nice style, yeah the Fresh Prince is back
(yeahh)
2 wings

4s, steady moving to 8's over groovin' with bass laid over nice chords 
Never was great with them teachers
Matter fact fuck all them blackboards