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a Lincoln on hold
OG by the O, shit my mans and 'dem grow
On the low he blend in think he regular joe
He the plug
Pump so much bass I need another sub
Ask

ride
Listen as minutes whisper what’s inside
And the days, they go by, as I look in your eyes
Have we done all we can
Did we leave our own trace or have

Let It All Hang Out

A.D.O.R.

Classic Bangerz, Vol. 1

2003

the rhythm as I break the devil's ties
A feeling of good times, musical highs (yeah)
Rhythm, harmony, soul skills and that put together
For the master plan

How do I fight this fight this demons coming back, I get tired but I cannot quit
I more than like this like this time I can't get back, I've been

was  never clear even when three years went by

We drank too much got too fucked up and waited on the rush
We’d fail to recognize the next time we woke

Pity and spine
Up on my grind
I have no time
Mislead the blind
Mislead the blind
I have no time
Mislead the blind

Fairweather flutter the fault-line

Iced out
I'll knock your lights out
I'll give your wife clout
By nutting right up her nose
Clothes spun out of spider silk
Pepsi milk
This is

quite like the birth of a master
They responded by looking away, nervous laughter
This time Jill took the spill, Jack came tumbling after
Shock, shatter,

alone so only real friend
Solely was Jim Beam, lonely a sick fiend
Dope with the sixteens when I was holdin' a pen

Time and a grudge, for anybody who

dawn brings a new day
Just one of a kind

Time will show you when it's time
Time will show you if you read the signs
Time ain't something you can steal

by sea I can smell the ocean air
I'm winning all the time
Oh well life's ain't fair
You trying to take us for a ride
You won't find us there
I'm in

of me say her name Nicki
But she only answer when I say Barbie 
We drunk off the remy
Getting high in the rarri 
Met her on the mill by the safaree

Lead

see) 
This deafening hatred
(I have for me)
And the time that I wasted

Jack of traits
Never good enough to be an ace
But I guess I'll be fine I really

believe if I said they always liked to treat me different
I had to smooth the ridges
I handle business
I’m tryna light the torch
But at the same time I

it basic         
now you tryna chase me 
only time im racing 
you could neva faze me
hit me if you lace in
or ya pussy crazy 
know I love ya baby

hectic/
Double park Maybach in Gothom/
I see the times getting darker/
I judge a book by the author/
Okay/

Chorus 

Chillin with an 8.5 know the uzhe/
She

she came to do work
She's so wet I need a new shirt
Say my name, but call me Sir first
She feel healed by what we call hurt
A flirt, nylons under her

I was born in Lynchburg on a misty mountain morn'
Way down in the south of Tennessee
I came by truck through Memphis on its way to Californ'
I don't

touch shit on my mama bitches wild
Up in the stack one deep tripped ain't come to play around
Ain't got no cheese rockin Swiss i get my blues by the pound

to the chase
In chronological
Adjust your monocle
Like you get it
Shit hit harder every time you forget it
How splendid, I blended my sins
With a touch of orange

crack, sold weed
Sold smack, sold E
I cashed bad checks
While flexing on dope beats
I own my own raps
Niggas cant own me
I aint a new jack
ASCAP since 03

Simmons
By the second round she ready to tap out
We both mortals but I gotta finish her
Gotta finish her right now (Finish her)
My heart empty like

enjoyin' the ride
Baby don't you know it's Fatboy season, huh?
Come give it a try, You been on my mind
I won't waste no time and I'm gon' take what's mine

Only time I was Holden, reading 'bout Caulfield
I'm a gangster minus violence, play by the rules
This life is a game, legality is whack
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