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Yo Smith what's poppin
They gotta let me talk my shit bro
Turn me up
You know what it is
Yeah
When pops died the streets became my step father
I

mama back
Pops look at my attitude like son you finna get smacked
Yeah
That's for real doe show
Got problems going on, three times more than yours
I got

know that can drop a pop song first release
Next week trap
Next year we live what we said in our raps
I'm taking the good only leaving the bad
She loves

him
Shawty a freak but you cuffed her
Sorry to bust yo little bubble
Pop locking she drop it
She looking back trying to see if I'm watching
Sexy but

a rolly
Little holy wood
Going for the moly moly
You wouldn't feel comfortable around half the fuckers I convene with
Winners don't have times for squares

You was fucking like a hundred niggas creeping like a centipede
Mix a little bit of weed and cash that's my remedy
Fourteen out of ten but hella basic

and I know that I'm like this
One thing gone, another one drops
Sell my soul for a song that pops
Some days I know I'm the one
Others I'm fighting for

Smokey room lit by soft colored light
Wasted boy with just his boombox and his mic
And songs to sing
Memories to be painted and set free into

of y’all a carbon copy
Better yet plastic
Be stickin to the same wave
I'm changin up my tactics
You better pay ya homage
Before we pop that drama
If you

to pop im still it
Who do i ask about whos still in
Im with my dawgs adventure time Finnin
Im 6'2 300hunnid sum im
Way too big to fit in
She hate pretty

She wanna go half and half on an embryo
Baby this ain't like yo last dude scenario
All attached, now my songs on blast on her stereo
And I can take you

Watch me ride down Penn Avenue on my high horse
We've been down so long, I'll have no problem with talking shit
Put the work in til it starts to pop

If you thought that I was done
Sorry bitch sadly mistaken
I just took a little break
I can afford a vacation
We was sipping on the drank
I'm Drunk

I'm gettin wasted, rolled up a blunt when it was done I had taste it
Soon as I blazed my mind started feeling amazing
I pop a xan and now I feel

in, by the way, so if y'all wanna say anything)
Like right quick, 'bouta freestyle this whole shit nigga (Save me)
My fault if I slur my words a little

We could do it like how we used to with no hook
Got a nice little breakdown for a verse and shit

Uh, crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong

Playboy 2

Lloyd Banks

Rotten Apple

2006

glock
These little niggas emulatin' me know why
Know why, know why, cause I'm a play b-o-y

Uh
Two figures up yup, henny in my cup yup
Semi in

First it was sunshine, now the way it's looking is bleak
Out of my mind with grief
So I turned to the streets
My pops told me I'm weak
As I straddled

want you to show the world
Be honest with who you

Lately I've been movin' different
Actions been too inconsistent
Textin' heart emojis before bed
By 3

Jacobs
Till I get my cake up
Think it's one more song until I never see a paystub
Till we copping acres
Until my heroes recognize that I ain't one to play

on a roll, fruit by the foot but if I pop it off I ain’t talking no Zan/ask ya lil baby I’m cool as a fan telling little bro he turned up he the man (he

What kinda car you drive? I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all done made
And I replied that I had been

down at the neighbors' crib
And throw pop-its, and light sparklers, and play hide and seek with the neighbors' kids
And take road trips down to myrtle

more 
It's raining on our heads all the while they pour 

Back the champagne pop bottles hit the floor 
cnd they got those top models how much for 
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