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Ghetto bitch, don't want no lazy hoe
Crack pints with BabyJov don't sneak diss
Don't do no rap beef
We hop out sprayin' folks
Run it up, I get that check

sink her ass, chinchilla skin Floaters like a half a brick, I swear her
Mama all in She magazine material, I Swear a bitch don't
Wanna see her She

friends, already picked who I like, damn
Kesha got me bent, I fell in love with a pint
And she don't like to pay attention, so I had to say it twice
Had

on the tag
I paid $500 just for that
And my soda ain't on flat
Bought a pint cause I was sad
If you hating I'm finna laugh
We got lines like this a graph
Boy

I can tell by the way she entered the club
I can tell by the way mammi likes to rock
I can tell by the way she drop on a spot with her crop top

a drink, sitting in a public place
Surrounded by my, or someone else's mates
Either way I'll be in town about half past eight
You can join me if you want,

a winner at all
I'm boozing, losing, getting out of control
She dances hip-hop, she's on the top
I'm still a fool and a half, blessed and beaten by love

mail-order bride
There's a half of you
That's French yeah and
I need to crave a better style
And a half of you is Cherokee
Yeah and I've gone wild Allegheny

the pint and by the eighth I feel insane
Lately I been feeling less than great than
Running from your pain but you ought to learn to face it
But maybe I

life up in a glass tomb 

Story of my life 
I can't keep a wife
I just burst the pints   
While she's at home at night 
Is my brain deceiving me 
Or did

Get too close I'm poppin a glock, yea
She wanna fuck with the snow
Told the bitch I'm bout to blow
Told the bitch go blow her nose, yea 
I'm blowin

Hell's Half Acre

Robbie Robertson

Robbie Robertson

1987

It's way up in the Black Hills where we come from
There's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun
By the law of the land
By the promise

and stores--set Annie forth in trade
With all that seamen needed or their wives--
So might she keep the house while he was gone.
Should he not trade himself out

I'm surprised you aint been getting tired
Nigga I was just in MetroWest with tj and lil fucking ty
Lil Cball drank a half a pint of Hennessy it made me

me fake hugs and shit
I don't know wassup with that
Called the bitch like 9 or ten time
Felt like she was lying about
Where she was at
Think about it I

, like a zip of the flower
She, hit my phone, want me pull up in an hour
If you want the dick you gotta pay me by the hour
Fan girl, no Chum Chum, she eat

days he embarrass me
But he taught me everything
Street smart went to prison at seventeen
Half Pint never free
After his last case he probably never be

toaster, the AK it got too much recoil. gotta shoot closer
Its a fact, she gone cheat if she got two shoulders
Earth-bending bullets in the chop, this bitch

on the block with a 40
And if i get the drop tonight he gone be gone by the morning
I don't need a line it ain't a pint i don't want it
6 Feet nigga i ain't

gone 

Try not to look in the mirror 
No more last time that I did I left like half of my soul huh 

I say I've been had bars by far y'all a is garbage

just bought a pint of the lean Imma throw it up
My gang gone run it up
Keep the blicky tucked
I just bought some trojans gotta stay protected
And you

feeling so gone
Yo bitch she riding with me she ride in the passenger side goddamn shotgun
Yo bitch is like my melody my goddamn remedy
And when i die when

Cuz' she too into me
She gon' walk out on her
Mans she see this Bentley
Spent 640 on a pint I'm only sippin' clean
Went to sleep off a perc
I'm having

you can tell by her figure

Take it from the realest
I see real when I can
Gloss on her lips she ain't needn't a man
Flyest with skin, she ain't needing