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Larson my dear 
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual 
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals 
Livin by the medical like i don't

division is 
Money stacked for me ah 
You just mad at me why
Shot my first gun on grandpa's lap
I was knee high 
Drinkin peach knee high 
Got yelled at by

on my radar
the leash on this beast was released by quasar
discreet in tha street
how i move with my peeps
we must feast 
flow  so sick i could please

Why'd you do what your ex did to you
Adds up to three, but it's the two-times table
Leading on me and playing someone new
Now she sleeps by my

over, and now we just click
Shes a real fine lady but i play no tricks
Should i take her home, i could do it real quick
i took a glimpse of my past, yeh

these two fingers disappear
How'd your wetness magically appear?
Wait wait wait wait! I'm getting near! 
Let me first do this cheap trick of pulling

bored and went to Lenox , fucked around and cashed out
It ain't nothin' get on demon time and bring the mask out

She a super freak, she doin' tricks like

Having dreams every night
I don't sleep every night
Smokin weed get me high
This ain't cheap what I buy
I'm staying by my own
You ain't gotta hurt me again

surrounded by liars 
and thieves on the loose
friends asking favors 
with tricks in their shoes 
crawling through the gutter nobody gives you hand 
now

on the hype
Too late to the party
Groom hate with the Mics
Groom Shades with the Mouwie
Splish splash
Pussy juice drippin mustache
Pistachios fed by the naked

strong like we WWE
Got to work smart cause they'll
Trick you like a treat
Got to tax large cause you know I like it cheap

I got two for the four, I got

Babu X, Ah Moon - Love You Better
ISRC AUYHA2033305

Album - Babu On The Beat 1

ရေး/ဆို/တီး/မူပိုင် - Babu X (Hein Soe)
 ဆို - Babu X, Ah Moon

the view

I'm tired of cheap tricks, cheap talk, broken promises
And everything you tried to tell me was the truth
That's why

You are alone
(You had it

corny white man
Call me the heavenly body baby you can call me heaven sent
Your talk is cheap, my talk is golden goose, your talk irrelevant
You could

blaze with a face melter, go fish,
pigeon itchin for a pit to put the pig in,
scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats,
to the meat eater

Verse 1:
Once again, I open one of our memories
In a small album covered in dust
Telling the story of a weak man
Standing next to a great woman

Get mad Give a fuck if you leave
Not without another trick up the sleeve 
Nigga mad I don't got it for cheap
High prices mean the shit off the leash

for the stacks
By any means from a scheme or doing battle with straps
Smooth as velvet on a mattress, a rabbit in a hat trick
The flow can turn

Fake love by dollar bills lyrics

Dollar bills yooo
Fake love I don’t need it
Fuck you love you can keep it
If you ain’t talking about money
I don’t

your skinny thighs
Girl, you're so promiscuous
I'm really not into that shit

Trick, I just had an epiphany
(Dude, that's a great name for an album)
I

I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit

she poisoned her shit, she must think I'm missing a trick, my life is a trip"
Akulalake Akulalake until the mountain top, I rigged myself like I'm up

hoes unless I'm t'd 
And bitch im kinda t'd
My mind is always playing tricks on me 
Feel like Tony but I'm d double o v
Plus I'm ex tid yeah
Boy, you

cause you thought you was slick
At least she got it free, but you? Youse a big trick
You helped the pimps get paid, took a shot at catching AIDS
And got