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of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
Josh
Then we go there
Then we sit down
Then we go there
Then we chill here
Then we go there
Wandering round
Got no cares
Then we head back
Then we go
Got the club dabbing, they can't get enough
She wanna be my main chick, but I ain't trying to cuff, nah
First round, lights out
Two shots, light one
Been down this road twice
Both times I paid the price
Had my heart sliced concise
I no longer believe in Christ
Hook 2x
Girl ya heart cold
Cus She
fight
In the ring, I'm fighting Faze Rug (2 milli)
2 milli
(5 milli, 5 milli) , 2 milli (5 milli
We manage you) oh, okay, 5 milli manages me
Yeah, I gotta
starve for that
No time for riff raft
Got money then ya get that
Get mine and pile it in a big bag
Stack it tall till it hit the roof
The truth you see
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
if it came from me
And you swore you was popping like it wasn't cause of me
By the end I was angry for what you took from me
2 years of my life and you
of
The story of a journeyer, who made it out the wilderness
No feelings 'cause I met a lot of villains on my pilgrimage
God told me, "Son, never settle like
blind
But I'm the two dots with a line KS
As I get older
The story writes itself I no longer need closure
Burnt a couple bridges and shifted some boulders
scars all over my body, yeah, ayy
I got scars all over my body, I'll tell you a story about my life
Truth be told I never had no father, teach me wrong
I got a bitch from the tropics
Poppin', all of the
All of the pills
Chick she bad as fuck, she gorgeous
I just wan' cop a feel
Hit it
Clitoris drippin' after two or more listens
I'm the porn magician,
Every deflowered chick's source of friction
forced to fit in till the drawers are splittin
If you talkin' 'bout my bitch yeah, that's a different story
Nigga talkin' 'bout the crib, yeah, that's a couple stories
Me and shawty gettin' high,
Run it
State of address, I mean no disrespect
But I hate all you muthafuckas and I'd like to dissect
The fact that everybody sees the real world
ever left
Made a left off the ave and I’m in the jungle
Tarzan ain’t here hope the ruler love you
Hope the ruler love you, hope
Hope the bad chick
Besides two chicks at the same damn time
I wanna rip up beats from my man kloud nine
I wanna dip down state or whatever you call it
My new found
craps everyday
Getting high on the block
Green bottles of private stock
2 dollar 40's
Sparks tell ya story
[Chorus]
[Sparks]
I come up
of chicks on my iPhone
If I saved their number wouldnt answer
Real fucking asshole
Tight ass
Till 2 years ago
Reall fucking asshole
Big looks little man
This is my process to cope, this is my open letter
I seen a lady with her daughter as they passed by
We locked eyes and then she laughed, wanted to ask
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
laying in a bed that was made for two
Tryna have you on floor, making danger moves
Now listen girl, straight up, you a bad chick
The type of chick that
[Intro: Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
[Chorus: x2]
I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city er er er'y night
I be reppin' my city
I be
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