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the scag Beware of the love monster In the form of a needle Could turn into your food become an eating disorder and eat you cnd make you few degrees hotter
Bro certified behind the wheel, them bullets flying, ayy I know I say this every time, we really live the life of crime Load it up, dust 'em (ashes),
bitches bad, pretty face and bubble butt Yeah, that's my problem, I like ratchet bitches, low class, eat it up (yeah, yeah, low class) I ain't had no
Great! Do I give a flying duck if I'm applyin' Love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us? Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a flying duck Nothing
just rappin in a trailer park Sendin waves through the booth as if we could mail a spark And sellin beats to rappers in Gate City for outrageous prices
Come to my crib, come to my bed, that's a fuck room (come on) I'm gettin' money ever since from the lunchroom (lunchroom) Tried to get low, no, he
the wheel, them bullets flying Ayy, I know I say this every time, we really live the life of crime Load it up, dust 'em (Ashes, ashes), no trust but duck
Casket music Casket music Yeah, uh uh It's killer city, anyone'll run up You from around here, I ain't gotta tell you to duck With very little
a tomb CHIKI CHIKI SLIM KAJMAN Little bitch snitch Yeah you're in my bussines Yeah you better duck low Yeah you eat me like an insect I'm on my big shit
this that fly talk, smoke it, you'll get high off The best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk Or the stop sign, or the shots flying From
fuck Rather sit at home and eat some shrooms then roll myself a blunt Bullets flying through the window they can't hit you if you duck I got me an Emo
up with a freak from out the eastside Says he only fuck with Harlem niggas flying G5s That's real baby but my dawg is here, baby It's all clear like
Come home from work, ain't nothing to eat You stretched your little dough running home for more Then you're straight back out the door Somebody tell
turning blue I'd force you to but either way Im drifting from you Im so ready to go Sunny or snow High Key or low Architect Im cutting all these chains
asking me about my love life To the bread and dough I don't care about the love right Numb the highs and lows From the purple in the dirty sprite Oh, oh, I
the reasons why, I I always seem to make you cry, I Just don't know why Well could it be You always running in the streets Come home from work, ain't
Come home from work, ain't nothing to eat You stretched your little dough running home for more Then you're straight back out the door Somebody tell
was flying to low You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption You diss while
stumble in and you would stop following me around the jungle gym Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage Marry crutch stolen
Whenever I need a crutch, just keep me from falling down I be tiptoeing lines, just to try and stay in bounds If you feel I ain't true, then you's
voice from the back seat The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door I stooped to look inside at the two men there One besuited,
The fattest links we sport 'em out Nuts bubbling boosted from extra scouts from Dublin I could fuck a dozen birds and watch a dozen hatch I bake my cake from
like a minor patch out your hizead slug bloody rized staying on the low low hating that's a no no duck taping trick up in the trunk you go go
(Burning up) im on now Looking down from the clouds (Look at me now) flying high So much struggle in my city, its devistating But this life is what im livng
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