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could a French girl paint me
Small boat, capsize on the daily 
You been on my radar blip since the 80s
Round the twists, when I found your lips 
I don't

And as I sink down to the bottom of this 
Fabric, it wraps round my skull 
And it ties me down deep below
The strings will tangle and constrict
The strings

the months, the years the seasons
All keep passing by
I'm hoping that I'm still your kind
Your kinda guy
Only when I'm with you is my world spinnin' round
I got

prison
Got you fucked up on what's allowed
Seeing all them motherfuckers
Walking round
Weekly message tell you motherfuckers
Living loud
20 years home

the foreplay babe
Been waiting all day long
I don't mean to text you at work but
You said you'd be done by five and
it's going on nine
Your Schedule ain't

round
By round two, I'm bound to
Turn her inside out
If you're ready for more
Let me explore
Come on this journey let's find out

addicted to your loving
Without you baby I am nothing
If I ever leave you I swear I'ma come back running
Runnin' round, let me get another round (Yeah, yeah,

Winning Season, it's that time of the year
Man we finally here
We been grinding for some time
But I still ain't riding round with that diamond in my

I am a king in my own world
Like it or not
Open your eyes
Everything round you started with a thought
I’m already rich
Really I’m broke
But it’s in

I love my brown bitch
She look astounding
And the drinks on pour
We might just bring the rounds in
I love my brown bitch
She look astounding
And we

a lot of money
When we're driving to the south coast – music loud – windows down
Singing so they hear us "ooohhh"
Walking ‘round the beach towns
Holding

Just lurking on ya pictures
Rolling round da City dumping ashes out da window
Use to play Nintendo now we playing with extendos 

I just got cop a qp

the chain is 24 hours long
Old and heavy and the links are strong

They'll wind you in it
'Round and 'round
Till your head starts spinning
Like

a whole 'nother round
Watchin' all these kids goin' down in the ground

For all them niggas that's livin' in danger
Got no feelings, but heart feel like

boogie flow
Aye, it’s getting dark round here
Lot of bodies surrounded by chalk around here
You should play your part around here
Know when you should talk

serving that medical 
And 50 rounds hanging out the TEC 9 put a n*gga in a episode
But I ain't no killer I'm a hustler, still had to go and let em know
Cuz

the purple and it's by the poundage (Oh)
Get yo ass clapped if you talking loudish (Ooohhh!)
I'm that nigga ask around (Round)
I had to do it (Do it) for

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Gotta keep the bag on my mental
Fuck round cop a slab call it dinner
Roll the loud gas off my denim
Real mafuckin gold in my

rights cut the lobby 
His victim probably on IV he crickin crackin his phone 
First 48 gone have to find him we keep them big guns round us 
But don't

princess cut
Bust down, bust down
Fuck ‘round and touch down
Niggas trying to give the run round
Get hunt down and gunned down
Crip clips, bloodhounds
I done

what I wanna say to you
I am wrapped up in these feelings
Swirling 'round my brain.

I am messed up by the words I can't articulate
Until later, but

that (With that)
Swervin' round the curb nigga we can go tit for tat (Tit for tat)
Kill you for your piece if I want you can't get it back
The monster

that 
Why you say that
Runnin round
Runnin round 
Runnin round
Girl don't play that
Don't play that 
You know what I'd do for you 
Know what I went

speed up
She like it fast so I speed up
Slow down, Do that thang witcho tongue
New round, Got that bass with the drum
Touchdown, Like a pack in my hood