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she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot

Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you

sprite I don't mix with coke
Have seen a lot from bro's before I left home
Am about my dough no body is clone
One G-nut for body person done go unknown
You

I want to be surrounded by clouds and
The fiery flames to lighten the pounds
Bitch

Bud smoke is like a killer
Keeping that grass up in they chest

on  tu shoes
Cause I wanna see a tí dance
Tonight we are gonna party
'Till the sun comes up
I don't wanna see a tí cry
Let's drink to forget
I don't wanna

headlights.
Sitting on the tailgate,
Watching that sun fade,
Holding her right by my side.
Got the radio up,
Windows down,
cnd the speakers are loud.
Riding

money up 

These blunts of gas I keep on rolling em 
Smoking all night till the sun come up
Exotic flavors I be holding em 
I had to trap just to run this

wanna do that

And nigga I ain't sparin' none o' em
I'm steppin' I catch any one o' em
Me and my niggas lurking till the sun up
And they gone make us

and sundress 
You should come by sometime 
And we can unwind and undress 

I could give you a little, give you a lot 
As long you shake that ass like Cali when

define I'm the illest
Find your whereabouts, get your room hard
Just get back and fest (fest)
Who da hardest motherfucker, so who is the best?
Next up

free that I'm the dopest nigga

Coming out that northwest
It's a fact that I won't be no Sir Mix-a-lot
I'm making up the sound
That make you feel it

living it up
Like we had nothing else to do

Till the mail man knocked on the door
Me and my fam we just ducked and hit da floor

Wait up false alarm
We

mango x2
Come in front leh that waistline flow 
Whining fast and yuh whining slow 
Up and down watch da bundah go x2
All Dem gyal want to whine like yuh

my section full of gangstas
Shawty look like honey, I might fuck around and taste her
She know her place, don't mix the side up with the main stuff
If

used to luring the audience with moe that sells, cuz
To my surprise, snatchin' lives toriaezu kinshi
Nice try, stoppin' the Motherfuckin' Da Vinci

Do you chill till the sun come up
And do you run town hanging out till the fun done
Yeah. K.R. Dagger. How you living? How you living
Hey
Can I get

a fact 
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips 
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got

(Chorus)
Ay, what can say,
I was wit tha hittas n da field all day,
Started servin dimes in school hallway,
In tha mix, Hittin cribs different licks

more
Further from the source
But the effort is applauded
Till it's getting late fast
How you taking your mornings?
Once the Sun up
And the night gone

a clear
Cleanup do not beat up yaself body talks so best ta hear
Rest up till you catch up yes sir take a moment right in  here

There's lots to see come follow me 
The middle part is the sacred star 

Love my holy house 
Bleed in the core of my holy house 

cnd I get down on my knees

'Cause I be sun staring, I be sun staring

They call me a hype beast
Cause I really ran it up off some Nike sneaks
I done paid monthly bills off a couple

Y9sir Y9sir
Bad bad bad boy
He's a bad bad bad boy
Under the money tree
Come in my town say you wan get an odyssey
You just another leaf
Where

used to trip till I laced up
Always come a time gotta face up
So Wake up kid
Wake up
I'm not a nice guy when the sun rise
Chill laid back when the sun

always come in wit da pack but don't shit talk
I been tryna fuck it up and down on my diphthongs
How niggas out here sweating ain't been rapping for shit