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you out your mind
So divine how I be writing to a
Motherfucking beat brought by Brasco in his mama's Buick
I been rhyming cool since ramen noodles

you are the man
Civilization is dead, prove me wrong and make a change
Y'all some false idols, false idols, false idols, false
We surrounded by false

a problem you can come and find me
Just chillin' by the beach
Smoking on a palm tree
I'ma get my neck froze
Only way to beat the heat
Beat the heat
Yeah, they

Bitch, is you fuckin' for free? Lil' bitch, come and taste me
Funny bitch, really think she could replace me, nah
Yo, I'm on the run, I'm on the run, I did

Yo where you tryna go
Haven't felt like this since I was just a lil bro
Now I'm a man
But I'm still broke
I don't think that you should be with me

(?)In my own brain, give me the same thing, same shit that you been doing for my own faith.
Please
Lil can in a pan well will he do the running Man

Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, Mitch
Murder dissed  me in the song , bitch, where your fucking ' gun
I just told lil syn go get em , he be hopping' out for fun

Song: Tini Bop 
Written and performed by Santini The Great and Chingy

Intro: Interstella on the beat boy
Tini Bop ( laugh)

Hook: Tini bop , you

ringtone (ring)
My songs be all on her ringtone (ring, ring)
By her i mean your girl, she said I'm her world
She want me to rock it like a flintstone

gonna get me arrested

I'm doing shit that gon' get me tested, I'm doing shit that'll make me a dead man
That's what you do when you heart been rejected,

on top of me sucking me up
Yeah yeah yeah go dumb
She say that I make her blush
Got her cheeks all red like blood
Ain't know she had man cause she ain't

do a cook up
They ain't throw your boy no bag, I had to run my own up
I put Balenci on the T's, I never wore no pro clubs The Knation made a lil

Point break I'm breaking myself let me brake to the point
Call it a long shot call it a feeling I really shouldn't
Ever go there where my mind

And I said dear Lord
Help me make it through this meal

Well the food was fine and the talk was swell
But it all went quickly straight to hell
When Aunt

I ain't lying everything you own make it mines
You goin have to pay me 40 bands like a fine
I hade my hands on her titties like a mime
I crack yo head

A few lost hours of sleep
But now I'm in a hurry
Got up to make a call
To set it straight
A lil' something on my plate
And after that
All I thought
There

I, kick it like karate
Stay popping like a boil
Like my lil cousins
You can call me Kyng or Royal
Those who don't receive
I can't force them to believe

Yeah)
Dreams of a house with a lake or beach
Dreams of a perfect lil chick that's for me
I want the auto patek
With the booger bugettes
And a car that

heart is raised by pain
Consume me in your mind
Meant to keep me hidin'
I found a silver lining
Won' lose my self in faith
I keep a open eye
They'll be

talking you mouth doin be making me fucking sick
I could just humiliate you by beating you up in the public
And when I beat you up,  you finna refuse it
Ay

It's that pimp player
Motherfucker don't make me get the dogs out
I might hit yo bitch up for a quick fuck
Quick nut
Then I'm logged out
Dogged out

I just did that ghost in a SRT
Nobody fucking with me
She love the way that I speak
The money is all I achieve
I just want commas and green
This

Ayy, on the up, ayy on the up
Okay, six, bitch
Let's get it, alright
Back to backpacks, damn, I need another sack
Hit the bitch front to back, make

where the heat go
I'm a freak show
Reload when I speak flows
Feel like Ippo
Freak hoe finna deep throat
Make me emote
Get to the work cus my pops need