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Break that dick off in her belly
Mix this peanut butter wit her jelly
That pussy so good, boy I swear I wouldn’t sell it
& great her hygiene; pussy sittin

while I'm feelin' on her cake
I just sparked a Trey five, now she swear she gettin' baked
She tryna ride me on my face, I call it FaceTime
Now I'm pullin'

star
Simply I’m the baddest
Save the day by killing bitches 
Loki I’m the maddest
Lowkey I’m Loki 
Seahorse 
Magic
Make me ride it
Now it’s wet
Succubus

way too many visions
When I make decisions
Yah I hit it with precision
When I make incisions
Gonna turn it up by just raising a fader
Yeah I aim to kill

come to my land no you cannot evict me
I keep a strap by the fendi
Fuck ya war stories i dont wan hear any
I be laid back in the back
Bro keep a toolie

plus another 6
And if then maybe I won't be in the mix
Dropin the bombs let's all come along
If you wanna get ready to ride
Not be know the way I be

I'd like to thank you all for joining me on Drive Rhymes
It's been one hell of a ride
But the party keeps going, you know it don't stop
Let's get it

in this trees
I'll ride this bitch like it was my human centipede
Who's the centrepiece it's a line of all my enemy's
Gonna make em all remember me

one year
This money spent, then it come back make it reappear
Guided by this faith, yeah instead of fear
I lost a brother, ain't another, who could take

(*talking*)
Ah wha-wha-what, I just wanna fuck you ha-ha
Me and my nigga Devin in the house with my partna, Double D baby ha
Wha-what it's going

seducing
Darkened conclusion I'm sick of losing
Yuh
Waitress the gin and the sprite
For I
Mix it with Jack I'm alright
Flush and the colors combine
Oh my
Why

em I’m on they ass lil nigga
Big bag
It got all these niggas big mad
Play around you get ya shit tagged
We getting big racks
Got a new check ima spend

make a scene, she just want attention
And I got on polo I got on Gucci and I might cop Fendi
I feel like mix matching just to do it when I feel like

by the stream of Ritalin
Booze I choose to mix it in
This was a life I was living in
It's all right for most
But I was a host to giving in
The simple

you're doubting
Or ask all the girls in the south, bitch
If my dick's mix up, it got em fighting
Can't stick around, I be skating
Real nigga getting paid

garbage
All y'all need to stop it
When my album drop
You need to cop it
They say I sound like Tech N9ne
With fucking Logic
Mix a little bit of Eminem
With

When you feel alive
Passing right when you feel alive

We passin by the city light around us window watchin
Cant see the stars from here that light

a sickle
I spit cold fronts nigga
You're a derriere
Roll the wood baby
Ride to the rhythm
Journey to the moon
Get carried there by
Barbies and bad dreams

not his
Take one ride with me
Now he jacking passenger prince
Nigga takin' vids trying to be in the mix
Fuck the circumstance cause he still getting

"I've seen you on the street" "Where you from?" "From Oakland"
		"Nah, you're not from Oakland, I know Oakland"

Let's take a ride with the boy from

bitch, treat me like god bitch
You don't suck it you can't ride it hoe get off my dick
Use to shop at target, now it's Neiman Marcus
I got water I can

talking It
I gotta plan
They know I'm the man you can tell by the Way I be walking It
I develop my plan
Improving my bands
I advance
I'm just giving you

time it felt like I had
Built a hundred grand has it ended? damn
It was brick by brick  but was it all sand?

Dylan land, why do I feel like there's

steps
To anything that's bigger 
Than the smoke that I mix with my breath
Nothing's left, I guess the party's over now
Ain't it funny how the alcoholics