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wanna do
Is really take you out
And show you what a young boy can do with his mouth
Then kiss you so you know what I'm really bout
That, or pass out

Turn it up, let me hear you say it
Murder on my mind like Melly, you know that I'm comin' tonight, be ready what I'm tryna drill
Your back or your

I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will

to swallow up
But bitch I said might
And tonight you outta luck
A-A-All I really came to do 
Is catch some eyes
Make a couple hoes gag 
Like me oh my
Have-Have

Has the luck of green struck by? Is there a pot of gold?
I can prolly ask God, He be like “I don't know”
We haven't talked for some years
Guidance

triple y'all, yeah
First this shit was mini, but now it's bigger, dawg, yeah
R.I.P. my rounds, I swear I'm missin' y'all
Every song be hard, that boy

I Feel Pretty

Chee-Yun

Vocalise: Violin Show Pieces

and dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!

Have you met my good friend Maria
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute

(Yeah, ADP beats, boy)

Where the fuck you been? Why you not answerin'?
My anxiety is kickin' in
You about to catch an essay
Man, this nigga

can hear your heart pounding soon as you come near. Welcome to my hood, where we seldom see good, momma did it by herself did the best she could.

get a gift tonight, yeah
You get expensive flights, yeah
You getting thick, you get
Dick by that candlelight, yeah
Put you on, that nigga Pior
I'm daddy

miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so

I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain

Now

Twe-twe-twenty sixteen
Twe-twe-twenty sixteen
Twe...")
I'm nostalgic for a time and place that I have never been
Where I could be outgoing and could make a bunch

I didn't want to come and I don't want to
Be here i'm the son of an
Atlanta City police officer
My cousin is an Atlanta City
Police officer and my

What kind of party is this? Boys and girls
The Groovangelic yuleorgasmic funknsoulstitious
HOLIDELIC

The Mothership, has landed by the manger
Everybody

at the bottom (Nah)
Voice in my hood in the
Trenches where you find em
Surrounded by choppers sharks and piranhas
Ain't checkin' on no bitch I blew
A bag on my

I need me the antidote
Fuck with my cousin I buss at ya cantaloupe
Niggas be tripping so I gotta let it blow
Trippin by hoes so I gotta bring all

Of the first boy I ever loved
My destruction, my muse
And now, you're opening up all these wounds
Except it doesn't hurt, it melts
And it's not a wound, but

Don't Move

Mac Mall

Illegal Business? 2000

1999

Figga nometry. 

Yeah  yeah  yeah  yeah. 
It's yo folks Mac Mall 
Always keep my shit mayne. Ya know?! 
We through here. 
Yeah  yeah! 
Where

Im thinning it out
None a yall Boys friends to me
It's all situation and I'm finding it out
My team then you tryin out
Visine think she eyeing me out

I Took My Baby On A Saturday Bang 
Boy Is That Girl With You Yes We're One And The Same 

Now I Believe In Miracles And A Miracle Has Happened

I'm on my way

He said bro there's a party tonight
It's gonna be live
Is you gonna kick it
I said you know the bro will arrive
Just give me a minute
I'm

the house tonight
We got Kriss in the house tonight
Hope everyone is doing alright
I need a sea, need some breeze, need an ocean and a beach
Between me

when I'm outta ink
My iPod mind is infinite, never outta sync
This the revolution, please raise ya hand t' your line
The execution of the rappers that

dont know by now
Where the fuck do you be
Must be under a rock
Must be under the sea
How you missing a star
How you missing a king
I been doin my thing