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all had it, the Grizzlies made him their 2nd draft pick
The word is a synonym for rhythm in a track, but it's getting away, we gotta bring it back
I

mixed the clear and brown Now it's hard not to touch
Got me thinking out the box tryna to get in ya box
The way your booty move up and down look like it

steadying my eyes innit
What type of liquor can make me know what I want
You're brown but clear innit
And what do I do when the bottle's not mine
I sit down

wanna do 
Lil baby tell me where you wanna go 

I put it down & she go crazy 
I’m a Boss & you my  Boss-lady

Verse 2
Everything that I need girl it’s all

small town you never heard about
Nobody concerned about, news travel by word of mouth
Went to the Mexican school to get his education
Back before Brown

As long as you hear it
You'll never come near it
My music is fire
But some of it's trash
But y'all eat it up
Like it's brown and hash
I come from the south

Sitting at my mom's dreaming
About paychecks with loot
My ex-girl's boobs
And how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops)
I'm interrupted by the door knock

a fuck, for the record
Once again it's Mystikal with the Chuck's
I'm back up on the scene with the 2 like a Viper
Get in so much war I think Im straighter

“I Hate Him” Lyrics by Sarah Solovay

He’s got a crooked smile and big brown eyes,
He’s not that handsome but he keeps them mesmerized,
With his

nigga from the west section
I need a duro bitch with a brown complexion
Who can bounce that ass and be high class
She a duro bitch she put her feet

That’s My Shooter
MKZ ’17 w/ The Computer
I’m Grinding For That Mazi GT By ’23
So I Can Put The Kobes On It & Go Skating
I Still Ride Marauder, Dropping

the darklord
You fucking suck dude
And I can't wait for your
Little career to end
No need to read it back or spell check it
Fuck it, click send go

All of my

the way to win?
Not by being petty like Gabe over here
Sometimes you just need to stop talkin' And back up, honestly, go sit down I don't wanna make out,

Syncopation

And he showed me
The mechanics of
Using a drum stick

And how to hold
Two heavy crash cymbals
And bang them together
And they were so heavy
And you

Nigga, this shit been hard (Yeah)
Body ya whole family
Like Chris Benoit
Leave ya pen scarred
Spit rim bars, ghetto memoirs
Bag ya bitch right

heart was too cold
Only warmed by the wolf he couldn't have
But a force inside him told him to just go
And so he hunted and killed and feasted as he does

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out
Give a fuck bout how you feel you took a problem and you gassed it
Now it’s time I handle pests like you like it’s my passion
I wipe my hands and go

and refreshing
Fruits on trees, and
One or two cars passing by, maybe
Wet grass and coffee brown soil
My feet resting on the fields of earth
And the weird part

Always done up
You the reason that the sun come up

Queen you looking gorgeous
Knock me off my feet when you walking by my office
I step cautious
I don't

Ruth Chris dinner, ask the waiter
"Can I start with water?"
Let us catch you on the East
We gon' leave that car on Chalmers
Swing sticks like we golfing

a shooter
Sunday morning in service, I'm singing hallelujahs
Dumb nigga chasing brain, know the smartest students
I arrive, tell em go like they drive

I can look at your nose
and just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o

on the downlow
(x3)

I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft

Running 2's with Mitch, told em hit me on the backdoor
Hesi blow-by my defender, throw the lob up to Jay Leo
D1 dreams from the K, keep on working lil Devo