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Yo ho

Risking it all for a chance
Beyond these hulls
To join in the true fight
Cast cares aside, up to the heights, amid the bright

Gazing out

the summertime
Watch hos go by
Wish I could be your man
But I'm not that guy
I cannot lie
To a face so fine
It's time to get yours
While I go get mine
Now's

Neva let nobody play you like a ho
Judged by our locs like before for da fro
Once you make it sexual
You connect physical 2 spiritual
emotional so baby

not so fuckin due
Saare BT wale scenes the
Na jaane aisa kyu
Uske entry par the exit kitne jaanti nahi vo chu
Ab saare G's by mah side
And I got

of paint
And a complaint, cuz he damn sure can lecture
Said it's for the faint?
Know it's pure conjecture

Hey Yo, I know a skeezer who plays Weezer

The Streets Covered Like Asphalt And Tarmac
Yo My Squad And I Elite, Forever Win In Silence
You Couldn’t Set The Bar High With A Liquor Licence
Signing Deals,

(Yo Adb, this beat go crazy)
(Hello Compact, is that you?) mm hm, mm hm
Mm hm, yeah

Finally ran you up a bag
Nigga tell me how it feel
Never switch

comes from what
Your lips spray
Some what that kid say, what I said yo

Mentally I'm busting more cherries than
That kid named Telly
I'm friendly like

concerned that my brains blown
Voices get turned away annoyed
With what they say
If it's a gay tone n they like "hey
Ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo"
Few

watch what ya'll
Say in ya mics, suckas

Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Let me go in there one more
Time and air these niggas out
For old times

a fuckin' sing-along 'less you
Brought the weed along
Then ju (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the
Stars

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
We want all the motherfuckin' money, nigga
I don't give a fuck
We sellin' mid, we sellin'
Kill, crack, powder
I

him
I don't wanna jugg, but I am addicted
22 shots, yeah, I ain't gon' miss him
22 shots, yo' ho getting tipsy
Dot on ya head now he looking like

off of the Snap
And just act like I am off of the map
Bitch know I'm sick and
I'm coughin' off gas, aCP coffin yo' ass

Ugh, I could of fucked in

Probably hit your ho, in the backseat
On Franklin Road by the QT (Yo bitch)
They sleeping on us, but your favorite
Artist has a broken clock, mariachi

This might not be backpage but that's
How I sell yo ho okay like when she suck my
Dick I hope she rage
Straight for the balls like
That girl Johnny Cage

I afraid of
Trott on the block gettin shot by the jacobs
They bear bullets like Jay Cut
And prey for my life maybe I should Mase up
Pleadin my case

rocking the boat
If you try to take me on Imma make sure I leave you lifeless and washed on the coast
Every verse I lace accompanied by the grim reaper, it

vypadáš jako by jsi ho měl pohlídat
Viděl jsem tě venku, dělal jsi hovna
Povídal jsi mi hovna
Potom psal si že máš vokno
Po beatu jedu kolmo, jako tvoje

mámu
Řekni že chceš cash na školní výlet yes
Kup za to trávu
Ubal to na prase protože neumíš svíjet yes
Molly v patnácti yes yes, piko je sranda yo
Ale

was Blinded by the thought of you and me though
Played them old school games - Coleco
Vision came back - you for the streets ho
Now it’s done for good,

a micro bag this ain't Abercrombie
I might just sit down for a steak I ain't even hungry
Naw you don't understand why I'm by myself one day you gone see
Naw

miss
Peep both hands gotta Rolex
Quarantine so yo bitches give me phone sex
She in the middle of the bed like a centerpiece
Got so many shoes I could

the present you better be gracious
Thank God for the people that stick by your side
If you can't take the time to be patient
You'll never reap all of the fruits