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loser but I'm calling yo bluff
You been acting a little to tuff
But I keep that on the D L hush hush
You trying to hard no rush
While I'm picking up

but then like
You gotta keep this, like, this demeanor like you got it
'Cause you don't wanna let nobody down
And you don't never wanna do wrong by

*cough cough* Damn
Y'all wanted my attention for this shit
Well, I mean
I'll give you your flowers that joint was straight ass
J sent it to me like

Yo, let me just say man 
If you don't know me by now
Oh you're going to

Soon as the lights go off 
My mind goes on 
And I'm rapping to the shadows

Yo, let me just say man 
If you don't know me by now
Oh you're going to

Soon as the lights go off 
My mind goes on 
And I'm rapping to the shadows

Hook

it takes two baby,
everything's right.
when you by my side/
I'm in tune baby,
your locked in my sight,
so let's take a ride/
I love it when you

up the pieces of a broken heart, I remember the first time I saw
Her, it was a cold winter but now I was off to work, lay back and watch the sunrise

tryna nail that nigga hat

Cook your potato, boy, I'll smash your butt
Make me toast your shit, like a piece of bread
You heard what I said, boy, yeah,

This is the sound of a Yoda
Bitch, we gon' spin till it's over
You ever cross me, I'm fuckin' you over
Niggas gon' die by the hands of my soldiers
I get

So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel

All Hotties Eat the Jizz

Necro

Gory Days

version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn

Knight up on my jersey, Calvin Cambridge shit yeah
Music fucking fire for a no name kid
Shit who you know been sounding like this from a bedroom?

look like twins when they squeezin' a glock
Free J.R. , JaySee & Deezy D up out that box
And it ain't hard to get the drop in the stu ima die
Tell me

chamomile
Wondering how the fam is feeling
These days it's just me and my woman
I'm working know my feet gone feel it by the morning
Scratchy recording 'cause

the ringleader, like he's J.R.R. Tolkien
He's smoked enough beats so no one's toking it The hate he felt growing up, he's revoking it
The passion he has for music,

dude
I'm hot do shit I was raised by the gun
Disrespect me I promise then you gone see what my pops do
And you niggas are so static
Got fanny packs

saying that she feeling him
Aw okay
We can do this yo way
Call them chicken heads on 4 way
Let that nigga know where I locate
Throw them hooks like j was

on the syrup
I'm so happy Gloey is glowing and cleared up,
When J says high even Monday's a vibe,
Happy to chat when the conman ain't near us
Si cause my spirit

there are tons of holes
Your name starts with J ends with Y rest of it let it go
Feel bad for your mom the only son she raised grow up with such a soul

the commentators, ask the common hater
Beast from the east with a mean two-piece
One punch to the gutter, fold you up like loose leaf
Who me, Bolo Punch, Bruce Lee

did any other shit, her boyfriend picking was a-little bit off I guess, I almost had to put one inside a sarcophagus, I promise this, my honest bit, i

Rocking bugs bunnies
New J’s and karats on em
Feeding crackheads bunch of villains here
Only hero in veins, watching
All these zombies walk by
Damn there go

Damn, just two?, (Aw)
Woke up a mess, slobber dripping on my white T-shirt
Ayo gunz, I'm sleepy but I can't sleep, could I be cursed?
Nah J, I think you

can’t escape, cos some friend of a friend’s in a mind-rape, jail-break landscape… (just another fantasy landscape)

So… Did you think by licking up my ego