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to my nest
To an independent bad ting
She just made a check off her laptop
Remotely
Whenever we both pull up on the scene is Smokey
Habibi light up

bitch, give her a kid to go
I just ran a check up with my niggas I'm in Hendrix mode
Just had a bitch try to kiss my lips, had to hit the hoe
I duck tape

like I am Loki 
She is my sneaky link but can’t keep it ona low key 
When I pull up they quite when I leave they sneak dissn like Smokey 
She suck it she

wha you did regrettin that shi we prolly ain't neva gone make up
Big worm when it come to my money and Smokey it's time for u to pay up
Fuck nba live

WONDER

APPROACHING A HILL, SO I TAKE IT DOWN LOW
TRUCK UP AHEAD, SO I JAM IT IN LOW
FLASHIN' HIS LIGHTS, MUST BE A RADAR UP FRONT
SMOKEY'S GOT HIS RADAR

mate and ask will this last
As she stares at the teardrops the bottom of her glass
Then she whispers in my ear
And says it's in the past
I don't give

fond by all these bitch niggas some hoes
And my ex really fucked me over, that's why I left her ass alone
Thought that you was my go-to, but you fooled

No Worries

Rick Ross

Black Bar-Mitzvah

2013

give me brain ideas
It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang

On my odyssey and I'd probably be Trapped in this cubicle if wasn't for her leaf
She kept me free 
That recipe 
Something bout it gon and spark up

Off a porno flick good nigga, clean dick
Fuck her right she’ll call again
I ain’t got time for modelin’
Show up lookin’ how your pictures did
Bitch, no

Still gotta get up
I gotta get up
Man, I gotta get up
I gotta get up
Man, I gotta get up
Up before the mist hit the grass
Bird get the worm with her fist

We run from a cop 
Face on a milk carton box 
U end up missin
N we end up lost  
N****
We take yo b**** and
Never see me post about her 
I'm slick

your daughter
I fuck and give her vitamin water
I write the whore a whole invite to ghommora
Got drip like a painted canvas
Extended stay at the hamptons

Sex 4 Suga

Common

Universal Mind Control [UK/Japan Version]

2008

Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex
Sex 4 suga, suga 4 sex

Girl, ooh, you look "uh"
You're the type of thick that I can't give up
What's your name? I can't

I said I'm in the garden district rolling froot by the foot
I need to slow down or my dreams will turn to soot
I feel like MCFD when I'm ashing out

of it
Cribs right by the beach and shit
Like Gza on some genius shit
RIP to Grammy yo, I wish that she could see this shit
I'ma light the city up
For

freeze my brain and I can't shake her off
Feels like monkey on your back
Feels like monkey on your back
I'm safe here locked up in my room
No more

on this strip
That's why there's 32 on my wrist 
Real thugs know me, I ain't a joke G
Don't make me dig it up and get all smokey
If I bring, Cartel

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right, y'all, we more than rough, we callin'

(Huh?)
She lowkey fat, she must've thought her hair was edible (Damn!)
Bruce looks like Jackie Robinson tryna hit a grand slam
He got ass thrown on him by

The Irish Ballad

Gilbert Shelton

Honky Soul, Race Music, Hard Bop & Anachronic Jazz

1999

rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,

No Worries

Lil Wayne

No Worries

2012

they're the shit, I send them up shits creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's okay if you turn up, just don't turn off my light years

for delivery just give me call
selling records on that silk road that digital dope
straight up out that trunk that hand to hand that give n that go
ease

I'm just blowing out indo you see the smoke out the window 
If I give her a taste of this grape she matching my tempo 
If she smoking with me then