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Antman hit me with the loop
So I hit 'em with a quick bowl of supe
(Supe supe supe)
Rollin' with Snacky in the coupe
And we with an all bad bitch

Yo
Y'all
Y'all!
Drop that, man

Yeah
On a gangsta tip
Freddie Foxxx in the house 
You know what I'm sayin'?

Rollin' with the Flava
We

miracles with some biblical promises
Hospitals and pharmacies Subliminal consciousness
The government warn us since
Prince and madonnas hits
Chris

Aye I'm not a rapper but I can rap like y'all Detroit…
Wait this Detroit Flow 3 y'all should already know this by now
Man fuck the intro nigga

"Hi!", come by

Took a leap of faith off of the beaver
Chick done went to Weber State
Had her singing like the Lion King
A-weema-weh piece of cake
Current

but they are nothing like you
In fact, you'll soon realize, that they don't even like you
If you too are tired of a world where all these snakes try

rockin' red suede Wallabies booted and suited
Off-white jeans, Lacoste buttoned down slim fitted
All these melanated queens, physiquely gifted
Not

You breathe pretty much by itself
You don't have voluntary control over these things
So we say it happens spontaneously
So when you go to sleep

Yep
Nights like this... huh
Make you realize how far we done came
We done built a brand, we own all the rights, haha
Bombay sipping, woodgrain

door
Martella blows, more snow white than the 7 dwarves
That's my dog, confront front him then I cut off your head with 11 swords
I know all my true

blog on hip
hop DX all caps off like the national anthem. Huh? This isn't even back
and forth, this is I threw it you once and you cast was off, fucker

reinventin'"

Yo told you all in the beginning:
Figure out what humble pie is it’s on you
Reinventin’ apollo Brown

destiny
Y'all want to come and be part of the history
A bunch of rappers that fell off
Want me too take them right off
Of the slope that is slippery
My side

of dame
Brown eyes like i made the fame
Blood on the grin
All of my dogs know i'm dialed in
Sliming her out
Without a doubt blocking the hate that They tout

me by her dad
Her dad hella mad because I
Got like hella cash stuff spazz, I act a azz
I might fuck

I just walked into the function with
A thick red

Black Supahero
Produced By: DialupBeats
Lyrics Written By: F.A.M.E

Let's Go
Ya kno wats going on this that timeless shit
This for every made nigga

cake
Said who got banged
Hella bank
Got more ice than Chris Letang
Bullets like a mosh pit when that drum rock they gon go insane
Diamond chain, Murder

Cube today was a good day
Swung by Mickey D's, had a fish to fillet
All day, Ry say whatever comes to mind
Like, keep calling me son, cause the kid gon'

Taco Shop

Bun B

Whut It Dew, Vol. 2

2005

drivethru
In an oldsmobile
That shit comes with a chicken
They call it combo meal
You shouldeither shave 
Unless ya order with tha brown lettuce
They line up

Get a taste by the case
Music is the correlation if
You looking to escape

There’s writing on the wall that
You can’t write off
Dreams so big they make

brown in this town
Now this is what democracy looks like
Not what you all had in mind for tonight

Mr. Mayor, shell-shocked for 5 days straight
Press

I'm block star not a rock star, but a pop star in Vegas
I know loud crowds and bright lights and all types of haters
I like Off-White and long nights

Hold up; lemme light my spliff
This one right here? There ain't no space for any runs and riffs
Behind these big brown eyes and beaming smile I've

to Antonie
My private chef
First we'll eat crablegs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for
The rest of the night
And if the time is right
I'll ask you