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whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth
offspring
To dwell in a barren valley by Your sacred house
In order, O our Lord, that they may perform prayer
So fill some hearts among men with love towards
a bitch's brain
Can't be affected by the great depression
This country is in a recession, I reckon
So let me give yo ass a funky lesson
Never let
Im daddy (I'm Daddy)
Grippin' wood it feels good in the caddy
Its '99 we ain't messin' with no rats
Its time to put some real
Life pimpin' on the track
Ive picked pockets from hip hoppers n ripped rockers
Been all around the country and lit rockets
Tried to sell some weed to line my thick pockets
All
leave all your problems outside
and live for a while
Take a sit in the privèe lounge
there's a couple of drinks with your fresh brain fuses
and a bit
to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad
to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad
trill
I can't leave them ones behind, I'ma put on my folks
My first time I lost some money, shit, I damn near lost my mind
I could fuck it up
you in your face
Take your life, then walk away
This that Jayboyy shit
Mess with me
It'll be a whole lotta red
On some Playboi shit
My destiny
Is to get
on the plate
Put ya soul in a crate
Red hat say "Make America Great"
Black people still ain't seen mule or ac
And I can't even vibe with your cancerous lies
and
You're using them both wrong
There's a line in the sand
I pray that you fail to cross it
Cause the screws that I'm missing will
Be the nails in your coffin
decode look
Tell me what you know about the numbers
Got some ammo got some shooters got some gunnas
And they bring Miami Heat like in the Summer
Major
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
faggots out
Snortin' coke, got the Pope yelling
"Who let the rabbit's out?"
Kissing whores and kissing bunnies
Put this horse dick in your tummy
I am
to make me live
My life in pain
That's what you want me to do
Ain't it, baby
You wanna fool around and drive me crazy
You wanna make me sad, you wanna
I’m 50/50, half city half country
North Carolina bump bumpin in the front seat
Get down but we never get dusty
When I’m out this way that bullshit
and let me get paid
And I'll put you and daddy up in that mansion by the lake
Now see if anybody still hates on that
See if they still sayin this ain't rap
Man I don't wanna lose
I just keep up with some point and just improve
If I say it tonight, it's in the loop
I don't wanna get by
I throw the rules
on gram they don't
Believe in feds you niggas ain't
Goons better quit the playing when I get
Bored ima put some cheese on your
Head coming home from
Baby let's go for a ride
I'll be more than happy to drive
Down an old country road
We can just take it slow
I just want you by my side
You want
day and still
Drive home in something clean
And I'm still runnin' the roads
Not controlled by the mainstream
I swear they send me contracts
To eliminate
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
fucking pain
And it's starting to drive me a little bit fucking insane
And what used to be yours to be claimed
Is now marked with some other greedy spunk
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