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smell a Kiwis trip
Last night I was going in
When it click I go through them
Yall know I'm a family guy
5 am so I got time
By the the time they wake up

all my fans round they lookin' at me
like what you doin' now?
I haven't dropped music in a while man
I'm not gon' lie
Two hundred on them new packs I be

your cigarettes and perfume
and now i-i-i

Hook:
How do you drive me crazy, always in my head
Kept me waiting, left me in your bed
always hanging on by 1

golds shining like damn no way
Imma go and flex in the west by the bay and have my people go hard and screaming out hooray
I remember day dreaming in

no clouds in sight
Smoking on grub just to get by
No green in the bud
Big sigh
You wanna live fast, but you can't take the life
See I've always lived

I'm a K9. Hit him one time shut'em up like a mime, hang'em out to dry like drawls on the line.
I got a feel for the grind, better tip toe I got a field

Hope it don't haunt you babe 
Hope it don't haunt you

Broken heart just pick a piece baby
Reconnect to reconcile are we
Beat up by arguments oh
Certain

Call me a chef cuz I’m always cooking
Each time I pass by yo girl’s always looking
I’m slicing and dicing these samples and beats
Holding my ground

I got five, six, seven shooters knocking at your door
Just to drop like eight, nine, ten dummies on a floor
11 bullets in this clip, 12 be lurking by

I...........was born one morning
When the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel
And I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons
Of number 9 coal

light from every window, every door
The path that leads us up the way is clouded by the trees
More than a hundred blazing pairs of eyes is all I see
All

A hundred a century since the beginning
From the start
I put the perp in the bark
Of the trees, under trees
Cooling out by the villa
Florida native smoking

Trapped in an abyss, sleep induced by substance[00:21.84]A wretch without purpose, I know that I'm worthless[00:25.88]But still you could heal this

flex
Hoe get flexed, while I choke the chef
He overcooked the meal, battle scars on the whip, I named it Seal
Weed by the field, dark liquor, niggas

meals when I eat
Baddies lay in my sheets
Out here running the streets
Serving Za to the fiends
Get it by any means
Out here on a routine
A money makin

the night time
Save you from your own lies
This road of ours, we collide
What's yours is mine, no damage on me quarter past nine
Patient X I promise it's only

I wish that I could fly
Wish that I could change time
To another life where I'm not just getting by
If I could see the other side
Lord, I'm tired

only had, one call
If I only had, one call
If I only had, one call

I keep it 100 like 93 plus 7
Whole team need Jesus where the fuck reverend
We pull up

bored-a-leng
I might walk down the road-a-leng
Eat anyone-a-leng, pon dem (?) a-leng
And then duckle

Nine! Manna lick two inna your chest
Put two inna

Never Dead

Viktor Vaughn

Vaudeville Villain

2003

jars
Principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars
Picked up the tele, sweatin' for some squad cars
Cats tried to cut us off by

Last night I spent so much pape, I woke up and made it back
You see smoke all in the mirrors, but this beat ain't made by Thrax
Two weeks ago that

Soaring thru the sky
Feeling high
Like a kite
Got another doobie rolled
Might jus save it for the night
If the mood is right
You could catch me by

Keep it On Me
These Niggaz Phony
I rather thug by my Lonely
I keep whipping til its Frozen
Jus got a Brick
Told my bitch Buss it Open
Smoking on Pressure

At the park, with my homie sipping red Kool-Aid (ahh)
Got approached by this white dude dark blue shades
Thick accent, asked me if I'm tryna get paid