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nothing on your old dude
It's like a drive thru
He just coming by for the side view
That's not what I do
Girl I park my car and come inside you
This a new

on your old dude
It's like a drive thru
He just coming by for the side view
That's not what I do
Girl I park my car and cum inside you
This a new school

Cannon

The Juice

Heavy Rotation Allstar Compilation, Vol. 7

2006

mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy

to remind you not to do that
Playing by the rules I say screw that
I'm giving you a hit of this new rap
Breath deeply!
I'm just tryna break even
Keep a part

Invite Only

Curren$y

Invite Only

keeps and y'all barely keeping up
I should put y'all on my will, most y'all niggas is my kids
Wonder how your daddy feel to know his baby boy ain't his

And the hustle so mean, entrepreneur
But if me and my girl catch your girl, you know we gon do her
Fuckin her out the soul is the way we gon screw her
So

on the edge

I like living on the edge, quite literally
I've been camped by the storm as shrubbery

You see me walking inside a dank shrubbery

I'm about to get

Do a thorough analysis 
How do I get out of this?
Life is all about the challenges 

You're in an illusion
Living in an illusion
I know it's confusing

It was an Eye For cn Eye
I broke your heart you broke mine 
Got busy working and turning to people that we despise
I made a monster inside 
You made

of the moves I make next, anything I say or do affects you in your sleep,

Most of it is written on your face when you hear this.

And probably, the project’s

Then you don’t know what’s up
I’m sipping henny with no chase
Out of my solo cup
Matching drip as I slide up
I’m on the scene
Caught ya hip you was

deliver 
I'm a Gunslinger, after all, shooting's my business 
Besides, the morning was windless 
I get busy living while you get busy dying 
The truth can be

bitches compare up to you
She a blessing I sneezed I think I got the flu
Im a benji boy bitch I'm in love with the blues
Jhene Aiko hit her in the living

is gonna stay
until my dying day
if you say you’ll Let Me Be The One

Let me be your driving wheel
when the road gets rough
holding down my job
we will

dangerous 
Woah

Finna get it by any means
Fuck your opinion
Dolla signs rule the world that I'm living In
Conversations bout dividends
Keys to the city

a new SRT
Shawty get wet when she see it's a jeep
Hit the road, hunnid bands by the end of the week
Remember Kuda shot that boy in the knee
Sneak dissing,

boy 
Is tryna build himself a future 

I get it's how every parent is (Uh huh)
She only wants to see me win (Ah ah)
And 
I was raised by the wave but

body in the cave 
Save his family the funeral 
Do his family a favour and just tell them all “he’s really busy right now”
I don’t know what he would do

sentiments
I love the grind so much it's getting intimate
Till death do us part
And even then my spirit still living through these instruments
These sounds

eye gable came with higher stakes
You probably wanna get out
Never in the sunken place this ant get out
If she’s moving boujee all entitled tell her get

memory is getting breastfed by the pitbull (what?)
I'm so busy shooting, I'm celibate
I'm moving like Meek Mill
Where you get them vibrating panties, is

panther
I pull up to the scene look like the Holy brown panda
Living in obedience I get the word start feeding them
The sheep I keep protecting them fight

hating before your haters hated
I know some shooters that shoot shots but never get to prove it
Call me Ferguson I'm shooting movies whenever I do this

If I die tomorrow my city
Would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall

Ayo, the sky scorchin’
Acid rain fallin’ from the porches
These boys out