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i made it from the trenches keep a 40 in my pants
blue lights started flashin thinkin damn i gotta run again


sippin on the purple drank got my

Verse 1. Yea I’m back on my shit again yea i’m back stuck in my ways and I can’t fuck little mama if she ain’t pay she has to call bro to get it

double up
Sum special how I'm cooking
It's ah one of one
My notebook
Full of dummy missions
I wrote more to get by
Give mo than I'm getting
I'm fucked up

that shit
Then go to bed
Wake up 2 days later
Dehydrated
Do that shit again
Here I stand
Broken glass in my hand
I been fucking with the flanges
Red

the mall with a couple a bands
And all the girlies wanna love me but don’t want the romance yeah!
They tell me
Come hit a lick and Ima do it again, put

leave my nigga down bad
Cause I got grace
Hope I end it with a ace
Telling time by the pace
Shining diamonds pass the safe
Pass the blunt bout to face

it
So what do I fix first?
I'm making these hits first
And taking a hit last
Feeling myself first
And falling for her last
Living it comes first

I just wanna fuck ain't  gotta leave yo man
She made it disappear and I ain't see no hands
She got her own bag, ain't have to spend no bands
But I

fast 
I come in first i do not come i last 
All by my lonely i chill with my bands 
Jackson and franklin they all be my friends 
I take the risk
I make

im somewhere in Montana
Chillin wit a bad bitch and her name is Hannah 

Ay
Oh i think i really need bands
Eat the booty, call it feed-back
Tell your

ain't never cap talk put it on the dead fam
Get the fuck out the way you fucking up the plan
My dawg gon do whatever that he need to just to catch a band

Eh fuck you
All you maggots do is be on that other shit
Put that shit to your fucking self

Just like Bill & Ted, man I'm falling again
I followed

Now you'll find him at the
Pub nearly every single night
And when you least expect it
He'll break into a fight
By day a perfect gentleman that
We all

the wind
And there's one, by God, aviso that will never flash again!
Weeping red tears from a third eye that the guilty cannot feel
From the Springfield

bands
Yea I ran it up
Need a mill just to fan it up
She ain't got no manners

I could tell you how I ran it up in one night
I swear I love you
Yea you

If I drink another drop, I ain't gon' make it out the door
The lying truth, you ain't getting up and doing nun'
If I was you, I'd get up and fucking do

Get Silly

V.I.C.

Promo Only: Rhythm Radio (July 2008)

but I'm wildin' out clubbin'
Watchin' everybody jockin' while I'm poppin' somethin' bubbly

Poppin' somethin' bubbly
I'm tryna do it big
The boy from

drive-by, they in slow-mo, I just walk up
Nigga, I'ma make sure those crackers don't find you, call it chalk dust
Yeah, 4301, just without the bums, ain't

appealing
What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to kill me
Crushed to death
I'm crushed to death"

Faith, turn it out
Like a hole
Turn it out
Oh,

you never felt the same
I don’t wanna do that over, let’s just end it again
I’d still tap that ass, but you know why I ain’t called you since
All

to you?
Would it be rude if I sat down?
You hear that music playing in the background
That be me and my band but I'm not trying to flash now
Go on tell

Drive fast no crash 
She love going down I bought her knee pads 
I might punch trump make him lick my ass crack 
Or better yet I'll make him do

Christ
They wanna do it
I only got me the night
I got more money to make on a flight
They talking to me
But I ain't got the time
They are not catching me

on a mission
Getting richer I'm a grown ass
Man with a plan on the land once
Again with some crisp new bands in
A briefcase got a brand new head
On my shoulders