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Twenty eight grams thirty six zones working off of seventeenth phones
Put some bitches on ya that love to break bones
Pushing numbers hoe like a operator

is "love and lose" and redo it damn...
Now I'm done cus all these hoes some liars
Love go flat just like a nail in a tire
Just a trend Just like

an old hymn-tune
And crunched in thunder over the moon
And Samson shouted to the sky
My Lord, my Lord is riding high
Like a steed, he pawed the gates with

a boulder they slang iron it's like the Nola
Do for my kin like I'm supposed he on that wall look like a poster
I'm round her neck I'm like a choker yeah I'm

ByTch Witchu!
My mental is fundamental & MetaPhysical
Don't turn this Turn into Something Spiritual
What u thought, I was spittin' Subliminals?
This BiG

now I'm rich, so now they hearin' me

I know that love is fake, yeah, that's why I bought that drac
I'm surrounded by real niggas, if you shinin', they

need to know
14. Come as a second nature, the need to grow
15. Fell in love with passion, so don’t need a hoe
16. Passion adding, hoes is subtracting, i

bitches coming
Like I had pretty boy

Call me a king
Cuz I'm a king
Call me king king
My dick is long, aye aye
Call me a king
Cuz I'm a king
Call me King

caught a lil buzz shit was light cause this is my year
I guess moral of the story is I never needed you so this the last time we say by here
I ain't never

Walkin' outta Sally's
Skerrrrrt all my tires is rally's
Burnin' that rubba you smell it
Yea yea
Burnin' that weed and you smell it
I know a couple niggas

talk my shit
It's coming from straight
Where the heart is

They hate when I start
And it's obvious
Probably cus I be crushing
They're confidence

Murder

ones, yea I do it for the little ones, yea

So many messages, my mind perplexed by the complexity
The recipe is the, success in me
Longevity is what im

to room
Kid to kid and from goon to goon
May the church say amen
God is good, better say when
Feel the presence like a safe wind
Soft hand on the face skin

try to stop me attitude

My hill, hillbilly girl
She's a two-steppin', chance-takin', hell-raisin', love-makin'
Hill, hillbilly girl, she's

ayy

I don't need help, nothing new I go by Disco, who are you
Got me sayin', what's up? Like I'm Martin
Soon be in the rich culture sweater on my waist

that you love like, this the only thing my Momma said I do right
As I sold her straight to a pack of snakes so they could gang rape her
Tied

She too bad on my knee like Collin Kap
Ain't no capping when I sing or when I rap
She my Wo that's why she calling me the man
Your my dawg I thought

go
Still sprinting to my dreams
Like I’m still on the run
Taking off like a direct snap in the shotgun
The verse is double barrel
Merk mumble rap for

Yeah, it's my d callin to let me know she's home
I tell her that I love her and I sign off with a kiss
I hear a ( *tires screeching, gunshots* ) hey yo,

since
You stole my heart, made me love your world
Now I'm cruising with you down this boulevard
We can hop in the space coupe
If we get in a phased mood

switching I cut em' off now I'm the bad guy
Ima' keep it straight up with you like a flat iron

They ain't know my name like who that smooth youngin'
I was

Certainly, the rate at which I work is hurtin' me
But the fire under my ass feel like the third degree
Which means that I'm back in class, perfectin' my craft

slash business man like pinky




My ice shine in your eyes
You know them haters bothered by me getting all the gwallla everybody wanna follow
Got

of greatness is what I need to obtain
I got a lot on my mind still trying to find a release
I'm still a real nigga till the day I'm deceased
Now I take pride in