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Hey girl, where are you from 
I've got a loaded gun 
It's not what you think 
Don't be rude to me 
Show some sympathy  
I've got a heart of gold

Aye yo Bran
Pour me a cup of that D’usse
We gotta set the tone for this one
Too Major
Real hip hop shit
You're now being blessed by the sounds of GQ

days
I'm astonished by my ways
But anyways
I'm the god of human kind
Make way I'm one of a kind
Gold diggers know I'm a mine
Timeless got no fucking

the damn cake going
I don't wanna eat if the food ain't mignon steak and the plate ain't gold
You niggas in coach on the plain coat
I bought your bitch coach

Time Is Money

S.P.M.

DJ Screw Mix [Screwed]

2010

the truth, so help you God?

(SPM)

Yeah

First Verse:

I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
I grabbed my 'stol,

with my mind, vision in Three-D
They sly like Mr.Fox, big man thinks he's sneaky
His mind is idle, devil claimed his residence
The Return of The Great,

on the sly
'Cause as a human for hire
He weren't afraid of no Sin
He weren't afraid of no law
Rocko'd fuck and fight and kill
To get that cartoon gualla

I'm stuck in a dream
yeah I came by myself
baby girl what you need?
this red pill n blue pills
run n run with one wish
no one can take me out

How many days go by I'm tryna brake those ties
How many hate trying to fake so sly 
How many stayed down just to take yo side
How many broke ranks

and go
Clerk stopped me at the door
Ask me what I got on
She loving my cologne
Shawty this just that strong
I blow it by the zone
I'm talking straight

I've stayed up late way past my bed time
Can't wait, was meant to be asleep by half 9
Counting sheep, the shepherds gonna have to wait
I'll count

Cause all these lapses in my life just seem to multiply
My infidelity probably led to my dui
Wake up call reminding me not to be so sly
Ha
Lot to lose,

shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by Woman loved
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

(My pockets full of jealousy and gold dust) 
I don't wanna hurt (Will you ever let me back in your heart)
It's making me ill (Drugs got me tripping it's

deal in condominiums, they usually weigh out
Weathers on your side if you go down South
Over there it's okay to have gold in your mouth
I sold you

you,
X2

Verse:

Writing lyrics in my iPhone, 
Niggas think they Sly though,
Tryna steal my bars tryna bite flows,
Spittin fire flows,
For the fly hoes,

and rebellious, the other
Led his life by the wind, traveled through time
Just to find signs in the sin
Both trained in a day, but hated they were friends
But that

limits. Don't trash this synergy
Y'all lack respect that we'll grab back by any means
The ummmmmf!
I'm working in the present with wild style
While all

President cunt
He sits atop his throne of gold
Paid for by his Russian pals
Doesn't care about the lives he's sold
Cause he doesn't have morals
Here we go

Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop um, 'nough styles
Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe
Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe
Yo, I riggedy-write my

helped disguise my pain
Stealth when I made my moves to cope reorganised my brain 
Health weighed down by the choices made to keep my smiling face
And you

Feature costs a lil check
I don’t want it if it’s not with the gas
I wanna live by a code
I think you in it for gold
This ain’t my team for a dream catcher

bitch
Ex bitch tryna stay with me left me when I was fumbling
Now i got it now she onto me or something

You should know by now that Money ain't

Drips in szn
I want every penny sir
Bro got the glee
Woii woii woii
He's spinning that deli
Rah

Bro im Simma
I can't  go for dates n Dinners
Outside need