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piece smoking like we some Jamaicans 
Yea we fuck on the low
But she cannot throw me off track from the dough 
I pass her round like a hot potato 
I got

But hurt to know he'll never be calling me back

So I get on tracks
And let my soul breathe
Sometimes you feel alone and you can't sleep
Remember
You

Roll streets with a black burner

Low-key, I get no sleep
No cold feet when asked to murder
I'm talkin' about track lists and verses
Not about them

I Know I Know [Drag Blend]

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

at ease
God know I know
That somebody gon' hate on me
But God know I'm thug so
You know lil' Boosie gon' and get skeet

Now God know my situation
He

as Bradberry
It's angel numbers, shorty told me make a wish, I'm low-key teed
'Cause I was wishin' for some B's, and I ain't get it, givin' bad fairy
You niggas

I might go
I might go easy on em
But the script he rolled me said "boy stay 'highed up like you' low low phobic"
That's why I be smoking holy
luh, in

that mean I keep shit on the low
I don't be having no beef with the bros
They need a deal, I get case and it's closed
Imma put my bessie in Celine
I just

not recorded I'm speechless
Been low plottin on three lists
Get free tips I don't mean to spit
Cleft lip with a gleek lisp
Set it in like I'm 6'10

produced by brotha stan
He really off his vitamins
Type of shit that bite ya tooth off
And get ya writing in
It's fuck the world I've never blueballed
I

in Phoenix, had to lay up
Get low for nine months, after they sprayed it up (bah, bah, bah)
They askin', "Who the best?" I'm like, "It may be us"

T.G T.G wat it do
T.G T.G wat it do
Lil action on the track
Lil action on the track

Dat bat man shawty gon n jig with it
Gone gone gone gone

millimeter
Now you dead
Country ass beat
Man, where you get this from
You already know I be strumming the washburn
Record a couple tracks
Put a snare in behind

two different places
This can't be what you want

Better stay clear, got swayed by a blunt Got orange fire in me in the middle of the O
Lil' shawty got

How many times am I gonna hear that I been around this shit getting old
My life getting deeper than I never thought it would get but let's get it my

Christ got me feeling in tha zone
A better buzz than the lean or patron
You get high but still ya feel low
Cuz their ain’t no drug that can remedy the soul

get the drop from my lil' bitch
You know that she moving, one
Call and she moving
Know that she already jackin' Crip
Crip (Deezy)

Yeah, nigga ayo, Jay

you be feelin' Yea
Wake up to a pack, kill a track like it's my day job, Sign my own paystubs
Bitch I be the boss electronically signed papers document

my crack 

Niggas are rats 
They wanna come hop on my track 

Pull out the drac and im giving it heat 
Lean in my head I get lost on the beat 
Bitches

just stealing my back
Root of the tracks
My route retracking
Tracking you back
His hands are empty, he
Used to have plenty

I've worked hard and hard

Guatemalan (foreign)

Yea I'm on this beat I'm by myself I'm riding solo
Not into titles but I'm a rapstar like my name is Polo
My flow so smooth the way I be

Mr rogers huh
Fuck em up this time around homie
Hard on these motherfucking tracks
Let's get on em huh

Sitting on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape

of the track
Lil shawty hit me back (Br br)

On my line feeling fine
She be so divine shawty
She got me on top of her mind
Like all the time (Okay)

But she

thinking they going get some sex next
You just a meal to that lil snack, don't let that take you back
She only give you hour lunches, you just tryna bring

(anh)
Lil nigga get your ass in the backseat 
Usain in this bitch, I’m winning the track meet
I’m not about the fame thank God that I’m past it
My