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that’s all the label wants now, and I ain’t got the clout round here But I’ll write an album for you someday my darling No matter how long it takes, I
back I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still'll get checked Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet New bitch all on my line, told
I got a hitter I got a hitter I fuck a bitch I'm finna hit I'm finna lick I got a lick I got a tit RIP Eni, Meenie, Miny, Mo Catching a nigga just by
missed? Hey I bet he weighed six pounds And by the way I thought you said you wore The breeches in your house She don't run my life I do as I please
Well I ain't your baby Even though I thought I'd be I ain't your only Maybe the only one who thinks that's so I ain't your first choice Maybe
front of millions of people. You brought shame and disgrace to your family name for generations to come. You don't get to come back tomorrow. You don't
a place that's real real hot Where they sit and drink cold drinks a lot And the sun's so bright you just wanna close your eyes If I had a Mustang I'd make
BACK BACK BACK BACK! GET BACK BACK BACK! Y’all be on the gram say it to my face I don’t do the subs ‘less it ends with way You don’t got the answers you
me Rock star life, the life we lead, surrounded by rock stars My niggas rocking gold like we're stuck back in the 80's I seen my first M and damn near
try I'd rather sleep But watch your head as I watch TV rocking on screen I can't see you Looking right through me Can you hear me? (yeah, yeah)
My eyes are on the ball Your eyes are on the telly With the time that I've lost I can't buy what they'd Look Sammy, we all started out doing
home to your dude after you got dicked down by Chad and me Look around can't you see you're a dying breed Best believe I'm getting high with all this
My hands in your hoodie Yeah I'll ride forever You know that I'd take your worse for the better Won't you meet me by the ocean, Dressed in black?
spread by an inbred Who's kinda got your daddy's voice? If you've never been licked by a hick With a hillbilly dick Or got a rash on your snatch
I think back to the years I loved her The windy city in mid November You'd think another lifetime Would be farther away I'm forgetting what it
Punctured by... These IMPLEMENTS OF HATE Watch your back Get fucking stabbed Pain and rebirth got me on the fucking attack
beat your back up) Turn her around like when I dick her down, now she got a wet butt Turn to the side like when them homicide, she got the best guts
Real In My City Left (Tsss) That Shit Was Made Out House Party 3 When Kid N Play Got Play'd Out 34 With This Celtics Ima Let The Tray Out Ima Draw It
in the backseat At all, in the backseat At all Kept the stuff you left behind, all your memorabilia As if by keeping it around, somehow I'd still feel
dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (ayy) Still flyin' commercial when I can go private Got rich enough that I can buy my own damn
as the world passed by I want to take you back there No more asking why We'd sit and watch as the world passed by Hail, taxi, hail, taxi, hail, taxi, hail,
high my lungs keep coughing Back the raw flake got nittys clucking Fuck the foreplay get straight to chopping By the sea side I'm C side bopping Come
down And you needed a lift I knew if I could get you back on your feet Then you'd be working hard by the end of the week I believed in you Saw what you
out, go crazy, go go go, go crazy) Boy I got a PhD I got a masters in boy-ology My sidekick psychi call her What you wanna, but more I'm on ya Made you
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