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No
Stop calling on my phone 
I'm too thrown 
Don't go knocking on my door
Come on by  
I don't need it 
Don't want it coming for me 
Pleasure

3 Kings

Bun B

Already Platinum

2005

When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,

If it's not one thing it's four don't you hate it when you love her
My need for speed was greeted by the rush hour nerve jam
To be quite frank the man

by

I really hate you
But I miss you
I don't need you
I feel like I do

I'd do it all over again

Tell me what, I wanna hear
I feel like you can't see,

it brick by brick. 

Don’t want to post for validation, y’all can take my flicks. 

An IUL, perform and put the tips in it. 

Chef Rardy it’s in

Sphinx
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives

With my feet up
By the shoreline
Trust you ain't smoking like me
Unless you know a grower
I knocked ya bitch
Fucked her once
Now I act like
I don't know

I found myself sittin' at a red light
You are nowhere in my sight
And I don't know where to go
But I drive anyway
I'll pass by your house 'cause it's

lit dive
Just a femme fatale
Gonna make you beg and cry
Just a femme fatale
Don't try it boy

Am I in love
Or am I taken by a pretty sight
Do I feel you

surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?

[Hook]

it
Drunk an eighth then I drop dead I don't think that they know I'm on it
The red light I got stopped there I could tell 12 by only
Showed 'em my

by design

Shades of orange red dance behind my closed lids
Filtering God's Light
As I peer through an azure stratosphere
That blends into the dark

Left out, stressed out
Blocked out by your barricade
Breathe in, breathe out
Lost up in all your hate
Hunt down, write down
My name on a paper named:

cut my body
Hate myself always got a razor on me
String my veins and I'm lookin kind of gnarly
These doctors making me live day by day
If I tell

Red beam on an op, sauce down to the socks
They got everything to say but they broke though, haah
I told MA gon' call the hoes though
I'mma hit it

Well I just flip it to the wrong shit
The team that I belong to
Tha artists I put on wit
Don't ever ask for nothin cause them niggaz got they own shit

(come on)
And people say I'm whack, but they don't tell me so
Let them pretend to be me, then they know
I hate when one pretend to fantasize
Fact I

I thought that you could be the one
Don't know why
You got high
I hate to see you all the time
When I try to move on
You like hitting my line
And I

Walk in, walk out, we do this all the time
Shes telling me she hates me but shell fuck me by the night
She wont tell her friends about me, I aint

I hate the game, but it pay me well

I got my bitch in the red bottoms (Sexy)
I been trappin' hella hard for dollars
I been through it, I know God, he

I ain’t messing about
You can tell by my face
By my face
I ain’t messing about
I don’t wanna see you around

Can’t believe you made me hate myself

mixed with the Remy
Mixed with the vodka, body intoxi-cated
Faded, niggas they hate it
Because I'm shittin' on 'em
These rappers constipated
So don't

away
Itching my for the blade
I hate the world
Burn set it in flames
Let's paint sky grey
Let's paints the ways red
Line em up
Shoot them all one by one

Baby, yeah I've been thinking about you on the daily
Fuck around, saying that you hate me, Don't call me back tonight, tonight
I don't care cause