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Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 4

Iceberg shirt with the
Matching jeans
Let the top down watch the wind blow, whoa look like
Don King
Song right here for the summer time, Southside playa

U Know U Ghetto

Bishop

U Know U Ghetto

2001

need 10 for me to buy drinks at the bar

Ghettos what you are when you think that your fly 
And the home girl walks right by
Ghettos what you are

Not tryna die sober 'cause my life too crazy, yeah (yeah, ayy)

Do this for my family
Give a fuck about Grammy's
I feel better when I'm with my

Whole lotta red in this bitch
This a Carti cup bitches shaking ass
Sprinter looking like a party bus
She ain't eating dick? Make a
Bitch eat Ferrari dust

Ode to a 1973 Chevy Open Road

David Dondero

Spider West Myshkin and a City Bus

Built in 1973
Fossilized technology
Swear the thing sleeps 43
And were not pulling over
Open road by Chevrolet
Sail across the USA
Whole damn

yourself for what you couldn't keep
I'm like an Etch-A-Sketch and love is cheap
V3
Some say DiVinci kept one by his bed
He made it out of goat bones, glass

Running in the darkness, you slip but carry on
Summoned by soft voices, eyes glow red at dawn
Listen now, as shrieking specters beckon you to rise

last I guess
I gotta go, and now you know
I want a song, to live for long
It's a fair request

Texas made it out I heard
But her one need, I did heed
I

Golden State
Sunny skies and the palm trees
Beaches and lowriders
Singing songs like tha Eastsiders
Sayin' What, What?
Straight outta of the land

watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.

I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared

you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye
I'm rocking well like

day with a K we hit shit
In a splat all black it's stick shift
Niggas running
Tried to run from the gun got his back ripped
(Dummy)

Making diss songs

Yeah, Black Bannerz!
Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that!
Yahmean? ta ta ta ta ta ta aight, look

Yo surrounded by luxury
My heart is still gutter black

the great splendor of the red sword
As it strikes for the first
Time in our millennial darkness

The only cure for the world: war

decibels backed
By the same thoughts that Da Vinci done had
I pivot to oracle gifting a song, so happy the feeling the fleeting is sad
Don't tell me your

when I swing her ass/

All these Rich rappers dont got the "It" factor/
So I drag um in the gutter by the Tims and kidnap um/
Lit candles, eyes red

i need g lock by my glutes-glutes and hollows in its head, aye, uh


Looking in the mirror damn i’m blessed, 
He don’t really mean it he just puffing

Now you'll find him at the
Pub nearly every single night
And when you least expect it
He'll break into a fight
By day a perfect gentleman that
We all

name was Anderson, matter of fact
I'm Anakin
Rocking red my flow is never parishin'
Farris in myself, and get along see for me
It's no days off while I'm

as a trombone
Down in New Orleans
I'm still blessed by the road
Yeah the highway's my friend
I sow songs like Johnny Appleseed
Wherever I jam
I got a 4-Track mind

girl, you made me blush
I got a little bit nervous, then my face turned red

Till this day, I remember every word you said
You looked at me with a smile,

then my face turned red

Till this day I remember every word you said
You looked at me with a smile, boy, I think you're cute
My first puppy love,

a question last July
It was "do you have a hunch about how you'll die"
About how you'll die
I've always wanted to make a song about her
Called it girl with

stay empathetic, I don't think you have a heart
In a new whip, I'm switchin' gears
Car got a red coat, no Paul Revere
For me, you show no urgеncy, and I