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Friend: I told you its a nasal problem and hannah I
brought someone who wants to meet you
Lilly: No way I promised are larva We'd be home by 10
was smooth gunned down by a teenage gangsta
No bigger than me, never could be hisself
Always tryin to act like someone else
There just ain't no
Watch out for the weirdos, you know that they plot
Mix the garlic with cheese so my pockets got knots
Can't love on no thot 'cause these bitches be
uhh
I got the Money on my mind
That’s why I dey Grind
Mama Hopes dey on Me
Bad energy no bother Me
12 am up every night
Say a prayer and I grind
Mofe
Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in
My dream life getting closer
My Da asked was I in a gang I shook my head like no sir
I think all my folks can tell I switched the wine and soda
I
the homies to be chillin'
Okay, yeah, me too
No, wait, look
Just doing what I wanna do while you're making me out to be a villain
Well, say what you want, dawg
makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcom Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my
Tu angelito
Yea yeah
Tony Touched the track
I wanna motivate, inspire and elevate
They say my heart of gold
I went trough alot of pain
Achieving all
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
that we dropped
Hailmary, Tupac Ima Pimp see I rap-a-lot
No flava on yo Bun-B if you want beef eat dairy queen
Whataburger this life is but I ain't
diamonds, tennis chain 'round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin' behind me 'cuz in my city it's smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
too long
And it scares me just to say I'll carry on, the carrion
It takes a lot, pay no mind with your cellular gadgets on
Oh, our lives don't seem
don't even know how to act, shit
What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
My little homie G, can't you
don't even know how to act, shit
What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
My little homie G, can't you
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
a lot of games
But with you it's not the same.
For you, I'm'ma ride.
I want you by my side,
I feel like them ghetto boys. (She playin with my mind)
I'm'ma
to concrete
No drive-bys, Cudi, hop out get em him on feet
Tris with a 10, got me walking like a zombie
Put some Za in the mix, got me on my Gandhi
Down south
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
[Alien]
I am sir dogg, dpg fuck, and I hate water.
I never learned to swim,
put me down! let go of my leg!
I hate water! I can't swim!
[Snoop]
quick to sell a story, bet you bought it(I bet he bought it)
Can't never say he over me, I bet he thought it(I bet he thought it)
Yeah, but Imma slow it
cause a bad heart condition and
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay
up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'"
[NLS]-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck"
[MP]-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no
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