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in my sink
Tryna take a bath
Shit got sucked
In the back of a Honda
And KG got FUCKED
Over there, man yonder
Honeys getting all aroused
By all

kicked out the bird's nest for bein' a nympho
Wings didn't even work yet, and I'm so revengeful
'Bout to fly back and fuck every bad bitch and bimbo
It's

girl ah ah ah
But I love me a spicy chica
Put it on me by these speakers
If she can wine, I might just keep her
Back it up like ah ah ah
Like royalty
If

like Sweeney Todd
(Snip, snip)
And I got these rappers hanging by a thread, now
(Thread)
Dinner with your girl
Then in the whip she gimme head, now
(I'm

and go and do you
Don’t Ever worry bout fittin in, or how they view you
Man I’m in this shit til the end, this ain’t the usual

Verse 

I think I’m on that

Buck Bounce

DJ Melo-Mix

Game for Yo Azz

2001

with a palm full of smoke
Rappin' niggas ain't no joke
So me to the front of the boards
With an MP and piano chords
Gettin' back to my evil ways
Lick him

make a flick reel wit yo hoe, yeah 
Ima need dat party bus like lit lit 
In da back seat get twerked on by a fake butt she cant feel shit
Solo cups

I been, working on myself more than others so that's a start
Had to step back and analyze grab a pillow for my heart
Let it, rest pressure in my

shoulder to show my clout 
Show me respect, gimme the check, big amount, ugh
That's my shit though 
Choke-slamming a mo'fucker like Big Show 
No planning,

With all due respect
Damn what ya mans say 
And that's facts 
Ain't feeling me, that's that
I gotta be on the move 
All my family depending on me
I can't

Nigga play with me
He know he playin with his lifespan
Like Robert Downey jr, bitch you know I keep dat iron man
Fully loaded when I tote it
Glock

me mama
Püll üp in your city mama
Good enough for me

Do you remember
Lagos in december
Killing me with your back
Man to the bunda i surrender

easy fam
Easy (ooh!) Musulmano but I got the sauce 
And my Judios gimme mazel tov  
You know the bros mother you for copping every double-u

Back

you (Ye ye)

On my roof by myself with myself yeah
Seems like I only fuck with myself
I got no love 
Got rid of us
Lost all control
My self-control

I

Far outside, alright
Wanna see us fallin' overboard
You can come over
Bring your best friend lets head back to shore
(Woah, woah!)
Gimme something

No communion but God got my back
Take me places that I never been
You don’t like me then suck on a sack
Watch me school you lil nigga no grant
I been

I'm feeling like the man
Gimme like sixty minutes
So I can get up in it
From banging pots in kitchens
To never not being in submission
Life's good if

remember thuggin' ona' back block
Wit' a black Glock
Black n' mild on my ear
The pocket hold the crack rock
Cooler then a cheetah, like Chester
This shredder

On the bench, I'm kidding
You sit in the bleachers
Talking your shit when you aren't kissing
My ass or begging for features

Surrounded by creatures, leeches
Each

it
He going home and then he rap about it
Now they gone bump it all up in the party
I got my boys, I'm not sippin' Bacardi
I'm in a Limo rolled up by

speak up I hear them but I can't respond 
Cause the mouth I've been given is shut by nation 
And my girl can't speak up cause dick blocks her wind pipe

Goin ghost got no time for games
I'm locked in no shawty i don't play
Leave me by my lone
It'll be a good day
I stick to the money i get it
Give me

friends, but she still hella pretty
I'm takin' shots back to back like I'm Ricky
Not tryna know who I am and it's shitty
Man, I'm drunk as fuck
Yeah, it's

toast 
Nawamean 
Completely toasted looping back and forth and we got more 
Singles than a bowl of cheerios 

Wanna ride 
By my side 
Feel alive 
For