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I ain't got a type but I know that I like you
Get to the room no telling what I might do
Hope when I wake up that I still like you
'Cause the Hennessy

This night I will disappear, this night I will make it clear for you all
I've got few words I would like to say, but none of them will ever make me

just take it day by day
Eh eeh
And now that we've started as friends 
Then I'll see you at the end
Oh I'll see you at the end
Yeah I'll see you
My friend

so sidetracked
By voices in my goddamn head
I never got a reason
And I can't just ask myself
Can you tell me how to change my mind
Say this place is

tell her no
Only a matter of time before we
Pop pop pop
Only getting madder if you are
Not not not
Got that ice but you really not
Hot hot hot
Probably

Im in between all the roads as they cross by me
I said hey missy, i saw from a far
Hey hey
Ur dress is dirty, you need a lift in my car?
She got in

You Rappers short-coming
You shorter than Napoleon 
Got no use of a pen unless it’s got the oil in
While coiling some chords the crowd poppin like

finna shoot up Texaco
76 dual .57, break the glass up off the door
Oh I heard they slid on gang, it's get back gang, shot five by bro
Oh I heard my

Yes and they made it and then
You know my grandparents
Made it to the power company
Just before they closed

Your sicker than a motherfucker
Your

through this fuckin recession
Its gotten so bad
Nigga tryin to get high off some resin
Niggaz trippin taxin on weed
Situation got me stressin
So where

to be here for while
Ya legacy lives on, carried on by yo child
Unless you lived foul, God Bless, Your end is now
Long kiss, short barrel 
Rubber grip, no

Saved me
Lived by his word saved by the Lord
Too late
Burning
I got what I had paid for
Beauty
Was the day you were born
Loving
When I'm with you I feel

my ways

Pray to the Lord I had to say my grace

Night after night and I go day by day

You can last my way 

CHROUS: 

Mommy hold on 

Let me 

I’m yo

Abby, I mean baby, such a typo
It really was, really was just a typo
You got to believe me baby, were going down the spiral
Of hatred, and anger, betrayal

Yo'
Made of Star Stuff 
By RARE DESIGNER 
You dig
It's that dish and dish sound let's go
Yeah 


Dish and Dish Dish ( Dish Dish) (look)
I'm number

on yo plate

I'ma run out my loud
Punch in his mouth
Say what I want cuz
This is my house
She wanna mess with me
What you about ?
Shorty this aint a game

Talking thru him what she say (What he say)
Stabbed by my back ya he fake
That boy gay say he straight (Ha Gay)
Eating crow like its on yo plate

Ima run

(Im working on my ad libs!)
(Okay,okay, exiledmoe, yeah)

Fucking on her dawg,
Pop a pill now she geeking
You can tell by my fit, it's the winter

the extras
Yo' ass gone' be failing if you wanna try and test us
Niggas they cant beat me
Even if they sneak me
Punch em' in his shit
Cuz' that nigga was

been working hard from the start Nigga face it 
Yo bitch she gone hit me up for my wood and then she face it 
Black on white cars got me feeling like

I'm from the Mitten where friend ah turn enemy
You better watch the room 'cause niggas be switching energy
I done got robbed... now he kickin it wit

Okay we can start it up
Lil' nigga be claiming he gang
But he aint gang I can tell he ain't hard enough
I got a new car, sound like a space ship

Pack that shit up tighter, throw some wax up in it
Yo that's the shit that calm my nerves when I'm spazzing with it
I get high in the sky got my head

Aye ha
Bitch
Aye
You know what the fuck goin' on
Scluse in the cut like peroxide 
Huh
Aye Gang
We got another one
Yeah yeah
Blitz it

I'm goin'
Dum