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makes (me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you ain't that average groupie
I've seen her

I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun 
And then you'll run

the pavement so loud
They’d water the flowers I’d pick and hand out
To you one by one yea for each of my vows
That I’d comfort you daily
Your love yea it changed

the Regolith, feeling nervethy see the red alert
Blurt shuzh melt my blunts till it become nothing year gone by
My heart goes dry I still
Have no a plan,

a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocks
Coming through in the new blue drop
I be able

At least by me, boywisely’s thug
Held my head with hands of red
The doctor says its time to go
Shades of pain this hate is torture, blood seed of thy

and
An ice pick and a rifle, yeah
I'm twisted, I'm wicked, my mind's sick
I'm addicted to picking ya children, I'll kill 'em
I'm ill
I will skin 'em alive

the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight
Dark skin baby Sham spittin' all in the
Mix on foul blends unhhuhhh

What ya'll niggas

the headlights
When the bass hits
You like yo this joint hard
And they ain't saying anything
I got this picture on the canvas
I'm still painting it
The red is

fork ends and red like crimson blod getting
Sentenced from violent intentions I coughed up dementia tol God I repented 
 From whitey to Willie Lynch

like Dora with her backpack
It's funny that we rich, cause we used to get laughed at
Make an op see red for bein' on that bull
Smack them in that mouth

I ain’t got tats on my skin
But I got scars from the scraps I've been in
At least a glass in my hand when I swing
Wanna take me apart & dismantle my

stunnin'
I'm never cryin' from an onion
I'm eating pheasant out in London
Trying to get that presidential funding
African mud, exfoliate the skin
Like

couldn't get clearer
Go getter, my people was always destined for some
Like Whoopi, achieving honors, my God is second to none
Oh, happy day, but a color red

skin is a weapon
It's gettin' depression they say I got a vicious complexion
If I tell the truth I'm scared to enter witness protection
My hidden

the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your

go ahead and tell PETA
The hell breather take a look
Inside my head cheeker i have dreams of you
Breastfeeding a dead fetus
Raped by a heathenous

show and tell
Then seven years later
I'm producing by myself

I don't look to conform
So a nigga stands out
This is the new norm
So fuck it if you hating

I'm the lyrical individual that rep's dark skin,
Willing and I'm able to do damage with just a pen,
cnd I'm unable to acclimate people hate,
So I

like call police dem no get toy
Kinomo nana fotoyin you be good boy
No dey mano no dey no dey form coy
A little weed and some red wine
I'm all about

of control
She was red hot, made my pale skin feel cold

Say you feel a little blue sometimes
Finding it hard to get up for a job that you hate
Got your

Buried beneath his skin
But you can tear it it’s thin
Making a pact to himself that he won’t do it again
And once he’s reaching his goals temptation goes

girl
Baby you my dream girl

I could take you by the soul
I could make you my forever
I could give you all the love
That I've been hidding
In the crevise

As I put bats in a bin
Up to my tent came a cavegirl
Bedecked in an animal skin
I was intrigued by this legend
From some kind of league
As more of her