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It get juicy as out lips pucker
I'm that boy have ya chick walking funny
Like she stealing my money
Unload clips in her tummy naw
Close your mouth when

confetti 
Off guard caught they didn't even think that I had it in me
Do dirty by my lonesome cuz most can't stand up as a co d so pretend you don't know me 

a diss
But some of you bitches are starting to piss
Me off, I tee off the top of your head
I swing and your bleedin until you are dead
I don't use guns,

to be
Shit, I'd sell my soul just to be happy

I came in this game as a loner
I learned early that you can't trust no one
Hey where I'm from, we don't

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

right, I said it, that's what she is, 
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."

But of course

Your girl trying to touch my testicle
Ok thats fine But tell her dont get to affectional
Don't judge a book by its cover
I'm sitting on the couch with

at my contacts, 
I don't want contracts, 
I don't want long talks, 
I don't want you wonderin' what takes me so long to respond back, 
I'm on one, almost

We grab you and put you in dream that was lucid
You watch from above as your body goes through it
I pull out my blade and you think I wont do it
Your

with you posers
You niggas the is bogus
Break that same chip
Knock it right off your shoulders
Wake em up just like foldgers
Sleeping on me
Don't believe

'Zooka on me Baby5
Cleaner then some fuckin Tide
Bitch I need my mula that shit greener than some fuckin' slime
Don't need her imma pass her by
I'm

on badness (look)

My name ain't killer but please don't push me
'Cause I'll murder you and your friends
Shotgun shells that's full to the brim
It's time

swerving by my lonely, got the bag, I had to run it up (skkrrrt)
I always been the type to shred yo shit, I never gave a fuck
If I ever shed a tear, I’ll

myself 2Polar parched,
See my people grinding help me find a spark,
Head on swivel I read the narcs
They gon teeter the line till you bring the thunder

crack your shit, pockets
I will tap ya shit's, i'm dirty
I don't practice this
But every time I black on shit
My verses be immaculate
Imagine if these

from perfect the furthest thing
But I started from the bottom been caking it by the pound
Ain't my bitch but can't deny the fact you proud
Lately I've

The street don't love you my nigga I had to learn that 
I heard them boys talk good game but do yo verbs match
I'm in the field just like Jessie Owen on his

ordained we call him brother minister 
Wont start nothing but dont think he wont finish ya
Injury ya leave you identified by your dentals 
But still speak

like I talk Tai
Mix it with Spanish lingo
Seguimos El Messias Christo
By His Blood we're hechos iqual 
"Let my people go": the sequel 
Mi problems? All

called this shotgun Rob Van Dam
Hella drawouts please don't test me
If I put bands on your head don't slip (don't do it)
You've got samurari swords

to Frank
Rollin marijuana yeah mix it with drank
Getting closer to the brink
Like I'm chasing armored cars from the bank
Don't give a damn what you think

on climbing that mountain
I'll rise to the top on my own

Rise to the top by my own means
With the homies outta OP, low-key
Workin' so hard that I don't sleep,

sat in it
Why you cringe if my voice got lad in it
Get fucked
By a H 2 Dubba like me get rocked on sight if you not

Don't you ever distance too far

trying to cut my air  ?
but i think im gonna drown
feeling like crying out SOS
gotta brother clock in distress
put my love to the test
cause your always in

but playing my flute
She real advanced
You better pray that gun don't jam
Cuz my brothers is going thanksgiving boys going ham
We used to throw