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sacks
'Cause of these paragraphs I'm pushing police all on my back
But I stay twisting swishers by the pack and I'ma always keep my

Hat cocked top

some by her chin
Like a goat tee
I get to it don't know
Bout no slow feet
Fucked her told the bitch
Act like you don't know me
I'm giving the hoe back

alright 

Written by Chris O'Gorman (copyright 2008)

Written by Chris Rumfelt BMI
Twin Boyz Publishing

Back Porch

Dr. Michael White

Down Home Music

2001

about
Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little old 
chair

and when I'm callin' all I want is sex
Slip on Victoria Secret's hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can't get somethin' white to go get

like I'm dumb
I'm tryna' count a hunnid' racks, just with my thumbs
My brother sound like Nick Mira with all them drums
Eating Ruth Chris, remember I was

oh hey hey hey, hold on.  
Yeah, that's the one by me, yo.  Yeah. {the beat starts}  
They just don't know, I'm in the strip club tonight.  
I ain't

I’m on call, niggas know I’m on demon time
No encore, hold it down for the one time
Young Chris Paul, I see it all when I hit the dime
All out war,

Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hunnid least
I'm from the, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep

I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon

by the beach
Know I'm papi chu
Bitches pop it, too
They got pink hearts for me
In the tropics, too
I got too many shades
For they topics, move
Colors

and titties (woo)
And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up

like Ocean five
Shit its Ocean six I forgot one of the guys
Been tryna rich for some time but it's time
Up at Ruth Chris less she wanna do Thai
Few

Ima reap wat i sow
Them trees you plant is fruitless
I'm living by tha blueprint
I'll show you how to do it

Fuckin' that bitch
Slimin' that bitch
All I want is peace
Break that bitch to pieces
Beat a bitch up Chris Brown
I got money gettin' down
The glock

Easterling
Considerable Music, ASCAP © 2018

Produced by Chris Rosser and Wyatt Easterling

Acoustic guitar: Wyatt Easterling -The Woodshed Studio, Chapel

Sipping on the Malibu chillin at Zuma a a
Boo named luna way she eclipse
Got it at the Nobu or Ruth Chris
Got our own view corner both
And she got

Blood on the Dope

Yo Gotti

Living Legend

2015

their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down

Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,

salvamos las lagrimas

No! I'm no Hollering Woman
My tears fall silently
No! Don't make me no Hollerin' Woman
Please bring back my love to me

Written by

locked down paddy wagon not saying but I'm contemplating fate in the hands of DA plea bargain no way not today

chorus x2

now I'm floating and i feel by

gonna have a party tonight
I'm gonna find that girl underneath the misteltoe,
we'll kissed by candlelight 

Room is swaying, records playing
all

men who tried to win wars and died

Without them our country would be run by the Commies

So every year that's what we do!

[Chorus]

In giving all his

own, yeah, she is a boss
Really elegant, for words, I'm lost
Can I be the one like I'm Chris Bosch

Baby, come and just stay at my place
When you leave,

couldn't maintain the strain, I'm feeling drained
I couldn't take it out on family, I'm on my knees, God please forgive me, I'm sorry
Chris had this life