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stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Aye
William pulled up
Don't wanna

Smokin a wood got me high as Aladdin
Call me Luka with the shot, I stay with the magic
VVs taught me how to serve, that's mathematics
I stay true

A whole album with the fucking outcome
Of the dopest shit that you would ever quote
You ain't met a nigga quite like me
And the chances of you ever, not

me, a ghostly Dan starts to appear, and he says
“Kegel, you gotta run, the killer is here”
“Greg is in these woods, hunting us like we are some deer”

Star Power!

Blood on the Dance Floor

All the Rage!

2011

me,
You better recognize, leave you paralyzed!
Body in the woods, leave you here to die,

You will never find another one of our kind!
Like

at me babe?
I know my fit hard as fuck, ain't it?
I know my fit hard as fuck, ain't it?
She think I'm fly!
(Fit got her wet) She know I'm fly as fuck,

Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before

made a breakup album
They're shitting on me, I haven't ate in days, like what the hells your problem
You feel entitled to some shit you don't deserve

branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

asiago
I don't need the bands cause I feel I hit the lotto
We got bitches and bongs and woods up in the Tahoe
He stuck by my side so I cop him a Murciélago

a few toys like a happy meal
All black AMG
Wood grain on the dash by the steering wheel
Tinted windows can't see
Run it up let's get the cheese
Im him

Knocked down by countless albums
Now you wonder how your ears
Just got some sexual arousal
Cuz this is how we do it
Bounce with the music
Thinking how I can

Simpson
Luca Brasi with your hand out, Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven

(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one

to Miles Millar
Speech orgy
I'm fit to be four deep
Sharp like the Shrapnel from a sack of c40
Tackle a plan like an Ivy League sports team
Support me while

neck-of-the-woods like it's supposed to be
I'm focusing, on myself
All eyes on me and I can feel 'em in the room
As if I'm across from Oprah's seat
Just give me some

on K-I-D the soul child
Staying off the block I'm making momma proud
Produced my whole album I got it off the ground
My head in the clouds
Can't box me in I

out here sad and broke, that's the real issue
But now is not the time for me to deal with you
Fresh J's on me, it's a regular day
On my 93 shit, yeah,

Lets get this shit capped off
Yea, haha, yea, chea, Proffit
Yea, Its on now, lets get it

Let me go, first off this shit is not for the radio
Let it

mean when I say 50 50, up in Houston with  
Bitches like Whitney that see me as coke and they can’t wait to sniff me, I got talent You 
Niggas ain’t

I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches

lap, yeah i got it on my back
Hip Hop in this hood made of wood I'm CatsBak
Be real, See real, Free will, You got Skills?
Throw rhymes, look at me, How I