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A nigga comin' down in that Cullinan still
I got that screw in my cup and that Pimp C playin'
And your bitch will get fucked if your bitch keep playin'

Subterrannean Homesick Blues

The Walkmen

Pussy Cats

2006

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off

let me take you by the hand an' walk ya
I'm the thief in the night that slide your drawers off ya

Watch where ya steppin', I'm a verbal weapon
Bring

the only ones that can't be worn 
Out
By any place any part of the world
And while I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl
When she's in

The Bridge

black
Caressed your queen then after I observed her back
The shit said 'CEEROCK' she had a cursive tat
The Air Flight Lites Formula 1 turnin' laps
Double

don't ask me why I keep on loving you
Will you show me off this time
You've got me on a leach that's not
Tied on to your conscience

Take me right back

vic you
From the crib'll let him in
Keep your locks on
Son, I think the plot's on (With who?)
With the baby girl, yo
The bitch said her pop's gone (For

Pulled up in a red coupe
Valet service was quick
Hand the white boys the keys like you crash the whip
Theres a choppa in the back and we got plenty clips

ain't making no Dick and Morty
Get a black couch, then hit up another shawty
What we casting for? Man I don't know
I'm just tryna make a couple bucks off

drugs over there by the store
Get your easy victims and they're all fucking crackheads
Make your easy money while sending them to their deathbead
Black

bitch, ya she be whorin
Pretty soon, it take off we go tourin' Man, what you mad about? Go get your bro then
Stick on brodie, watch it, cause he blow that

her hard, bitch, you better fight back (I like that, bitch)
Say you trappin', slappin' hard, where your mic at? (Where your phone at?)
If she

a little bit 
And see if you get into it 
Let's take the top off the wrangler 
Imma get it Poppin 
While you keep your head bobbin 
Wanna get back in

Whoa
We hands on (Maybach Music), woo

I'm from the city where they kill you for your phone (whoa)
Make you unlock the screen and then they do you

who takin' off!
Throwin' money at my nigga
Younger sister really wishin' he was with us
But look who takin' off!
Band for you to keep, love I'm finna

She fight back, I make her win, she can't resist
She be cussin' all of that fussin' 'til I get a lick
This is somethin' you should keep on the low
I'm

am to keep holding your hand 
'Til it's not me that you love

We all try to change ourselves 'til we don't recognize ourselves
Fit the mold cast by

on you

Sip on that coco loso
Relax and let your mind go
This bitch here is better than a mother fucker
I just got to be her main lover lover
Ask my old

to jump, I might bust at your clique
New tone Maybach, color crack
You should've known I wasn't finished (you should've known I wasn't)
Told her to suck if

her
I been sippin' so much poison, maybe it's time for it to take its course
Yeah, i done gave that bitch so much, now, she keep askin' for more
Don't

when chasing cars
And its ironic cause what keep you tired keeps you far
You on a leash so you embark just tryna reach your mark
And you need a key

He keep his hand on the gun, he love the drum
Whatever's done under the sun
Gone come to light, no need to fight
No need to run, burning my tongue

not such a life as I.
So it's fare you well, old Waterford and the girl I do adore,
I'll never kiss your cheek again, I'll squeeze your hand no more,
Oh

Fuck niggas do what they can, uh
Real niggas do what they want, yeah
I fuck with Young Scooter and the Black Migo Gang
'Cause I know he gon' keep it