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like Latin rhymer
My tongue tickle her ear and I'm a pro satin slider
She loving who I am cause she a real bitch rider
Take care of a nigga, hold me down

shots
If it's a hunnit standin' on yo block
Cuz each Glock got 30 shots
If it's a hunnit standin' on yo
Each Glock got 30 shots
30 shooters on 3 blocks

gon see some dinosaurs found
Rang the bell and I knocked the door down
Sippin' wine and dippin' bread in olive oil now
Look at me acting like

to another degree
Stomp his ass out bout three feet deep
Cruise right down on easy street
Don't forget you need me G
Don't talk shit these hands is rated E

dots
Light his front porch up and make the screen pop
Bullets keep on hitting his body that nigga scream stop
You either pay me, run, or die that's three

drink Nuh codeine mi doh lean
Tell dah big batty gyal Deh fi roll een
Hey Jodene
Me fi have yuh lock, not di ting weh kip di door een
Mi F yuh 9 times,

just go in and dive
For the first time, sent shivers down my spine
Something about her, I cannot decide
Round up the gang and we go for a glide
Wait by

shore, your life is in jeoprady
Treasure on my mind map's marked by ectasy
Brain storm, lightning strikes like shock therapy
My enemies sleep with the door

kicked the loyalty out the door
And my nigga 
I always took up your world when you told me nigga let it go (nigga let it go)
Uh when you told me nigga let

of the door you peep the next room
Aint shit to hide I'm grown you know 3 2
Magic I'll live forever least through these rap moves
Now bag it all in hundreds

Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy

Hearts beating fast, I'm praying to the Lord
Cause now I'm staring down this forty bore
Cause this fucking girl shook me to my core
Everyday in my head's

an airplane view
Yeah someday, yeah someday I'm gonna be a big star
Ten years and she's all grown up
Waiting tables filling coffee cups
Paying her dues by

I moved to California
For one year
I never really got to know her

She lived around the corner
Three doors down
I never really got to meet her
Never

like I am WesT
Widows peak since he was three
Shoe game so cold flip flops only
I need a break
Taking a trip might go to Florida
Texting girls but they

the AM time is funds gotta get this dough
While your man's in cunch surrounded by rats and cats tryna push this snow
Recently he got 2.5 for the county

and he can't see me
Left him outer space blind
And ima straight grind
These niggas back door hating heard it through the grapevine
They hate lying
And i.a

time machine for that
We all know the street codes
We Don't abide by them
Find pluggs and go thru back doors
Chased M's never chased hoes
I stayed in my

I drove into the city
We had a gig that night in town
Six months on the road now
I was feelin mighty down

Pulled up to the stage door
And she was

It was three thirty-two
When you snuck your way into my room
Shut the door, took off your shoes
What else was I supposed to do?
Try not to breathe,

a dollar
I'm diseased and I'm sloppy
My mind is still ill
There's no fucking cure
But I'm not worried to go outside that door
To be called a whore
To be

you later
Forever in the pot weigh it down like an anchor
He question I'm a God? No question I am not your maker
I want you by my side but how you turn

and
Everything falls into alignment
That's what gets me excited
When I think it, I gotta write it down
Get on a beat and ride it round
When I'm driving through

got shit to lose
We gon kick down all yo doors I bet you get the blues
They say death come in 3s, im giving by the 2s
Feds catch me Trizz Bangin, hold