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hit her, she (Woohoo)
Choppa go bru hoo (Broo hoo) , bru hoo

That nigga a roadrunner
Cowboy, town ain't big enough for both of us
Got twenty bands in

Ayy (oh)
Man, being a mom sucks ass (but I love it, hell yeah) (sucks ass)
I can't do shit anymore, I'm fuckin' bored
I got no life, oh, no life

done hit me a stain (Ayo, check it out my nigga) (Nah, I'm good G)
On the way I done robbed me an angel
Got my wings now I'm thankful
Say you love me say

High as fuck, tryna see if this bitty want get her titty sucked
I done ran through hunnids’ of bands, man, this shit ain’t really nothin’ new
Keep

he gon' ride, I never thought he'd lie
How you tellin' me you love me, bitch you ain't even try
Man, like I got a bald head, I can never die
Like, why,

Lost in the Stars

Venerea

Losing Weight Gaining Ground

Walked by a patch of water in which I saw the sun
It made me think of you, and how far you'd really gone
Then I heard the sound of wings, of a bird

of the romance?
You see the picture, it's a portrait
All the joy in one format
Reminiscence in its purest
Happiness making sad furious

I used to feel down, worry

Yeah go away, 6houl

Nigga, if I'm broke, that's so sad of me
Majority of the time I got them racks with me
I been but I ain't SOD
I been a lil'

Midnight pizza
Smokin' in the street
With Chris and Vonny, Griff and Celine
Honey, sweetheart
What's your fuckin' name?
I don't remember how I got

I loved you, no love back
See who knew, that you'd pack
And walk out, now I'm sad
Alone up in my head and
I miss you, but fuck that
I'm on another

green acres
You buy neat trainers (Nikes)
You were more real as an ID faker
Make enough love songs and
You might see paper when you see 1
The label see

the crooked smiles, I be wantin' to give 'em porcelain
Pray he make it playin' ball, the streets had gave 'em a endorsement
Hearin' gunshots at night,

in the streets
Many people have love for me
I've been abandoned way before long
These crazy thoughts have been affecting me so strong
Me

enchanted by her beauty and grace.
And they instantly fell in love with each other.
They danced the whole night.
Cinderella had never been so happy.
However,

ready? 
Oh, eeny miny mo,
Tag this dude with a left hook blow.
Get it on crazy street.
Run up, run up, get up, set up.
I've been ready, getting setty,
Lost

actually do
And judgin' by the people that
Are settin all the standards
All of us go outta style too oh Lordy Loo
I swear to christ I'm sure
To screw

The blue jean baby, L.A. Lady, a seamstress for the band
The pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her

Tarantula

The Scabs

Freebird

1998

the street I heard the mariachi band

She tried to say she was the last of her kind
She started to change I nearly lost my mind
When she said that I'd be

Pass the Courvosier

INoA 'OLe

Uncut

2005

I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam

Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit,

be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire

I'm a tree top

You a good lookin' bird, you a peacock
And my music be keepin' the streets hot
We gon' have us some babies at wedlock
'Cause that

Main streets freeze but the
Night's rap is helping
Flow that, thick that, rich step, wealthy
Cuts to the dark that life that's healthy
Why they cold,

On Grant Street
Ain't got much money
And he ain't got much to eat
Well, all you rich people
Passing by his feet
You make J.C. so sad sometimes
That he

I'll be right back

Now put the bad mouth on me, run from me
I'll be sitting on a stoop watching the world go by
And I'm halfway finished with my