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***Intro***

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Testing 1, 2

Yo I’m just gonna say what’s on my heart right now you know?

***Verse #1***

I couldn’t

the hear say/
I rarely pay attention/
But when it’s thrown in my face/
By a stranger mention/
Nigga I don’t know you/
And you don’t know me/
So if it’s fuck

Lame nigga he be old news
Had to get my shit together
(Aye)
I was fuckin up I had to get my shit together
Can't put no one above you cuz ain't no

You niggas lame
You ain't on shit
Driving in a Stang
Might wreck this Bitch
VVS's on my neck and wrist
Your Bitch want to fuck and she sucking Hell

Used to think I was lame, then she said I was cool
Talkin' bout Mary Jane, met her back in high school
Used to match with the team, but always facing

need
What happened to the days where everything was lovely
Where everybody lived to see the full three sixty degree
Rotation that the world completes

Steady losing on another woman man
And she's already with another dude
Bet'll have a new one by the afternoon
She don't know my past so that ass is

I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

DJ Quik

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you, hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion

Three hundred sixty five days in a year
Every day I just keep switching my gear
Pull up on your ass in a old leer
Walk up in there shining like

I'm solid and I'm laced
But if you spit in the wind, its gonna blow right back in your face

Bosses love me, lames don't like me
I don't want them

a boss, B
Toss me in the clink, I’m not singing
I ain’t Jon B
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight - wait
Did I take it too far?
Ain’t that just

on my
Less you put checks on my name
What you thought
What you thought?
What you thought
You was gone try play
Gang bang nigga
You a lame lame nigga
Ain't

the ice out
Pull the price out, cop a Benz, put my moms in it
As long as I'm alive, I'ma keep the vibe
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, alright?

I

as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart

Some will be your favorites
But only one of us is HowToBasic


It's a bird, it's a plane
The sky's gonna fall
Psych! I'm Mary Poppins, y'all

Parachute

on the blacktop
Me and FAUSTOE chillin'
Setting fire to the laptop
Slap em with some Big ass Sevens
That's a Jackpot

Stash spot, Make sure you knock twice before

all I know is get it
People hating on you tell em leave you out they mentions
I forgot to mention I done brought some Mary J
Come with me let's fade

(Katana of the damned)
(The world is my stand)
(This is getting out of hand)
(Summoning demons in the sand)
1, 2, 3, my wrist crisp like iced tea

thing he'll pay off like a loan
He worth seven-figures paying off his phone
These niggas is gone
I'm a take you then run it up
Til our kids in the back

I ain’t talking no waffles
I’ll prolly be sipping syrup three years from now
Right out of styrofoam cups
Cuz I’m 16 in my fucking feelings it’s tough

I'm Prayin on the spirit in renewing my mind 
And the ways of the battle won't sway me
Works of a man won't save me
Saved by the grace God gave me
Trust

the K
City man, I might just put a ring on the Mary Jane
Florida boy I just wanna get a green beam for Christmas day
Gleeful from the head down to the toe

water
Not at all could you find it
But you see I be VIP
Hit the club don't need ID
We stepped in when we leave like three
She came with you but leave with

I'm like a register 3x
Money, cars, clothes, and hoes
I don't get enough of them
Hating ass fraud niggas
Nah we don't fuck with them
Straight cash,