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6 minutes, Dungeon Family you're on

Fine lil' mama, my home gon' be a palace
Laid out like a salad, keep a nigga from malace
I'm movin' things

get in the frying
I'ma hop out, hit your mind, we got niggas, momma cryin
Why the hell you tryna talk? Boy, just get that back in blood
I got steppers,

Verse 1
Is she dope, yep, ass in full effect,
she walks into the room and all the guys come down with strep,
thinkin they can step, their hands go up

like home
Damn all my luggage
See my people all kick it together
Everybody hear the beats of my songs
Internationally yours
I'll be back a thousand times

Or niggas at your door to leave you wetter than the ocean is
Father all these rappers, Maury Povich
I used to write these rhymes when I was home alone,

It's Like

Fredo

Third Avenue

I ain't going home though
My nigga caught a case, still we talk it on the phone though
But certain times you know you gotta walk it on your own

her 
She hung around the cool kids
Now all cool kids look stupid 
How did he get her how do you got her 
By myself I didn't have the help of Cupid
I use

They love me, they murder for me
Bitches get naked for me
Niggas caught bids they be home in nev-uary
Prized possession, can't take me when
You dead

it
It's gotta be real I'm not even half baked yet
Yea
I can be hard and melodic
Yea
Now I know you want to cop it
I've come so far in just 4 years
Now

Youngin' tryna' get it everyday
All gas no brakes (All gas, no)
I ain't slowin' down, no way
I ain't slowin' down, no way, nope
Aye, trust be hard to come by

you know I'm coming back
You know I wouldn't let you down
Not having my own makes people become my home
Je ne suis pas d'ici, ni de là-bas
Ailleurs je

the cap back
If you can't do that
It'll be a real short track, fade it out

Okay boomer
You should've said something sooner
I got years to rock the mic
Many

Say: "I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in love" back it up now
You've got a reason to live
Say: "I don't wanna be in love
I don't wanna be in

give it to the Most High
Don't know about you
But every time I do
He come through
So I'm hardly ever surprised
Imma take it back before I found the way

enough
You're always on my mind
I Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough of you
You're always on my 

I come from Raleigh where niggas wanna

'm out of control
Out on the road
Show after show
Do it all for my family
Cause I know they won't fail me
Hope one day I come home with a grammy
Maybe then

like im dying.
I do this shit easy, it don’t look like I’m tryin.
Walk-in the Prada store and then I just start buying.

I seen niggas mad bc I do it by

props for being real, that's how it's supposed to be
(That's how it's supposed to be)
I got some scars all on my back, can't let you close to me (Yeah!)

And have you them hitting them high notes
I beat it like Michael
With the front back side stroke
She so wet I need a life boat
That's on bible
She the wave

Potters Wheel

Josh Ritter

Josh Ritter [Barnes & Noble Exclusive]

2000

In the picture I am kneeling like a dying saint Jerome
Hurling rocks at the demons who tried to come too near
Till you came in and possessed me now I

account and heart are now together broke
You call it a hospital, I call it my second home
Introducing

(Okay Jameson, we still have time 'til we arrive in

Daddy
No Ava, it's your mom's friend Bill remember me
Come on, come with me I'll take you up the street to get ice cream
Hey what's your favorite flavor

They just wanna eat but can't work the stove
They come for the money and leave with your soul
And that's how it go
That's how it go
Stacking the bread by

it taste
I like to keep my 9 on me, its right here tucked by my waist
I got a missle on my back im taking off to da moon 
Yu lil boys cant ride da wave