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down
From this point on
You the one I trust now
I’m at the pan handle, up the road doing time
Smoking squares thinking how I got this 3 to 5
I’m reading

stops me dead in my tracks and
I turn around, get thrown down
By a masked clown
He lifts me up from my neck, I'm screaming now
Next thing I see is he

I'm on the road
Lately I bagged me some hoes
I just been selling out shows and getting this doe
She left me all by my lone
Then she switched up for

three for sure
And I don't pull-up on feet, I got Benz on road
Shawty, she bad as a bitch, she get wet as a bitch when I'm ready to slide
I got my stick,

at the palace nigga
I'm at chevron on Buffington nigga
Joy riding and hustling nigga
Fettuccine like the tropical cuisine
I'm on the nat by Mr. Everything
She

Rolls Royce Bitch

2 Chainz

Pretty Girls Like Trap Music

2017

doors, uh

I'm good, I'm good like Ye
I'm good like Sean and Push
I'm good, I'm good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used

road
High road, high road, high road, high road, high road
Lost dancing 'round blurry lights
Getting hypnotized by glittered skies
False hope fell down

Hopez I'm global
S3 me duru top h) aa I won't slow down
Alhamdulilah fvck all who wan pull me down
Obiaaa s) wo tuom let's step in the c-i-t-y nowwww

you’re a bitch on a broom, gonna let it fly

Verse 3:
You’re a poisoned apple, acid down to your core
Watch you drop, there we go, another closed door
I

left
See I'm the type of nigga
Ride for my team
And ima grind and get it
By any means
Boy you fuckin wit kings
No rookie been doing my thing
They know

Open the Door, Richard

Dusty Fletcher

Laugh Laugh Laugh: Anthology of American Comedy

1999

a minute, let's get some understanding
Oh, look here, the judge told me don't come down there no more
You gon' mess me up, I'm gon' get-, open the door

Hit Da Record Button and Talk To Me
My podcast every Sunday at 3
Turn on Campbell Circle park on side of the road at 303
Turn the music down low cuz

particular
point in time to sell out four nights in a row at the Long Beach arena in Los f'king Angeles. Somewhere
close anyway, a stone's throw down the road

Time fly by, got my head stuck out the window
I’m cruising, polluting a little, but still though
I’m good, I’m opposite Michael, I’m Magic
Johnson in

The Armadillo Jackal

Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

No Kinda Dancer

1984

concrete river bridge between my place and town
On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291

I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' down

brother he cant hang
Osama, no bin Laden but my music boutta bang
Onna beat, doing feats watch how im stepping in that rang yea
Uh said I kick down the door

100 Miles and Runnin'

N.W.A

Gangsta Rap [Priority]

1991

in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not

they underwear down
And start finger popping their damn Regina
Then hop on this Anaconda
I put it on my grandmama grave
I'm a grinder i got insomnia
I

Ridin this journey never slowing down
I'm beating the odds, I'm wearing my crown
My foot on the gas, I'm chasing the dreams fuelin my passion burstin

MoStack'ing, they wanna catch me on the roads lackin'
You better pray that it don't happen (niggas)
And I don't sell drugs, still I'm dope rappin'
Have your

I ain't got time for your do-si do
Rodeo, hokey poke
Put two middle fingers in and close the door
I got a 4x4, crank it up then hit the road
I'm gone

niqqas are multiplying
Ok bitchh I came up with four doors we were four boys
Now my niqqas are multiplying
Gunshot in the past I'm so paid
Wonny3 sharp

Til I say I'm sorry
Three, something's got to give now!
Stupid Nintendo games!

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much

the crossroads from time to time
Im only asking you God to keep me on a straight line

Yeah I've been down this road once before
I've seen rain and sun at my door