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that time when my mom was crying, stepdad had put it to her temple and that nigga aimed for her death
She ran out the room, scared for her life
Crying

that bitch so I fuck from the back
Glock by the dresser nah ain't going out sad
Catch his ass lacking put his ass on the poster
Got a new bitch and she

hear her callin

I told a lil bitch that I'm him
I got me a woman and she look like Kim

And I'm in the top class
And that bitch wan fuck fast

She don

I'm broken
Fate never wait's for the soul to come around
Deep in her face, you can see she gets it now
I cannot feel, I cannot taste
Spewing out deep

dodging the feds
Whenever I sip ima need me some red
Life is a gamble I'm betting the spread
Got me some paper I'm keeping some led
Better be water she open

(ash)
She took couple hits now she tryna skip to foreplay (foreplay)
Barely know the bitch but I got her in her birthday suit
And she don't fuck with

you don’t have
World been sick now they tryna sell a mask
Bask in the warmth with our heads to the sky
She think I’m star but I’m asking her why
Nature

used to hate me 
My sister got taken away 
Mama thought she lost her baby 
Damn Jon you getting big 
A nigga started gaining weight 
Made me  feel so

Dangerous I took a dive baby stay by my side
Girl, I got you forever like Khaled got Asahd
Girl, I want you on the late-night, get right, legs tied
My type,

fuckin' runway
Pass the blunt then pump fake
She gave me head and said it's her turn 
Stupid little bitch this shit is just a one way 

Got the products

All you fuck boys are Cambellian
Fuckin' a mono-myth or celibate
Drowning in a vat of your own medicine
And begging for the relevance
Don't you know

don't be thinking that yo bitch can't lil nigga

Chorus: 
Show out, show out, like it's a holiday 
Show out, do it big, Ay
You only got two ways you might

the houses
Choices is made by the cup and the ounces
Snowing in Vegas, she love it, she outtie
I wouldn't going to keep her, she really about it
Baby I'm

Pourin' Up

UGK

Gun Talk, Vol. 5 [21 Tracks]

Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up

even hoe ya
Got me feeling closed up I can't even show ya 
It's yo brain ask him then tell me what he told ya 
Cause If you dunno you how tf Imma get

they see me on TV
I got bad hoes puttin perms in my head
I keep whoopin, keep cookin, 'til the pots is red
She know we next up to be runnin this rap shit

Get Rich to This

Goodie Mob

Vibe Hits, Vol. 1

2000

flow, you ain't know?
Look here lil girl it come equipped wid it
She freaky deaky lick her lips wid it
She thick thick wid it
Jump, stump, twist wid

funeral
Can't let none of that distract me, everything got its time and place
No reason to try and boast, cause you get by you'nt get away

They glory

you so mad
A B C D E F G
I'ma meet ya mother and she gon suck my D

Yea nigga who you think I am
Thrash skrt
Hit a car crash
Niggas wanna fight but

Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

Understandable smooth shit to jump

all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she

Yo pretty doll face
Hi, I'm Chucky wanna play?
Fuck trick or treatin' I'm pussy eatin' with a rusty blade
We runnin' amok, I'm strippin' you naked,

to tell em talked, they never showed the ropes

He on his own, late strolls through the danger zone
When he alone, he wondering will he make it home

Young,

Yo, life is hard, when people come to me and they tell me about their problems, all I do
Is reverse myself and say, no shit
People pass by, I don't