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Good thing I ain't losing
I'm an intrusion
Young actor I might Tom Cruise it
Shoot a scene in Houston
Life by day is a movement
Motion with E is

had 'em gone before 6:30
My bro he go 7:30 I can't control homie
I psych out on every song
I put that on my momma
I keep a lighting rod
Hit his ass up

black fans are asking me what am I on 
And my white fans they can't rap my songs
And everybody wants to know what's wrong
I'm F.I.N.E
I'm lying check

Free game, man, you know?
What you mean "free game"?
Free game for the F, man, for the free
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
I used to sit back,

on a track
So whether I put it all in a song
Someone will think that I'm wrong
And want me in a place that I don't belong
You tell them stand down
I've been

determined
I'd rather go get me some more Ms
Than give a F about FNs
So don't try to act tough
And play with my funds
Cos you could get tuxed in a casket

chest, yo
I been carrying weight like a gym rack
And I don't mean shit you get rid of
By picking up bottles or packets of SlimFast
Like a Jackson classic,

With my feet up
By the shoreline
Trust you ain't smoking like me
Unless you know a grower
I knocked ya bitch
Fucked her once
Now I act like
I don't know

to pretend that I'm happy so that they won't know
I won't show, I won't go , they won't call
And now I'm writing on this song crying by myself
Coz no one

dance
I knew the gloves were off
I'll admit it stung a bit
When you hit F9 and you played our song
Yeah baby, keep the sucker punches coming
I'll

and make it public
By time you realize
I be in the skies
Getting welcomed to the
Mile high club
Your low frequency ain't
Enough
Trust
If you ever try to walk

song
You think ima rappa den nigga you wrong
I'm on the road tryna get to the doe
Get off a pack give a fuck bout a hoe
Unless she trickin or making me

cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic

 In every world

want me to pay get it bigger
Lil Baby, she nasty, she my lil' sinner
I spend a block, niggas run, you can't run from these switches
Fuck a nigga, die,

to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot

Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While

the curtain, it’s a scary world ain’t it
I think about it like a canvas that just needs some more painting 
Bob Rossing in the studio so people can play it
But

And Bob's your uncle but you worry about your country
I don't take molly, I take lil' rocksy and my daughter
Out to get chiffon dresses from the shopping

Thanks, Tom, I hope the family's good
You showed me nothing but
Love at the Grammy's, good
Step to me, I wish you would
Step to me, I wish you would

Eh ehhh eh eh 
Eh ehhh eh eh
E pa'tewo o
Eh eeeh eh eh
Ke mu'jo


I'll be counting my blessings 
and naming them one by one
This song wey I dey sing

ya sack and run along
I been schemin' for the weekend listen to me sing this song
I heard he got that sack we finna run down on you
Now you see me now

chompers out till you can see every teeth whole
Life is hard, no cheat codes
When you're surrounded by snakes
They tend to bite and you lose your balance in

there is a higher power like God if there is 
He knows that you're faking it 'n you're not even fooling me 
And you're not fooling yourself so what the f

I cared about was my reflections
I'm Invested
I got a vest bitch
I got a F&N
For any fuck nigga
That wanna beef again
Yea its not in the song
But I

We At It Again

Timbaland & Magoo

Romeo Must Die

2000

on the floor) (we at it again, at it again)

Gettin' a couple of you-
Got a, by the size of the elbow
Don't scream when it hurt, I'm a, machine
Fiend for