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swingin' down from tha' Canopies
Money buy facades could neva' buy Integrity
Laser Beam Technique
Death Star
In tha' City All Black
Darth Vadar
Mayday

years
Couldn't train year round like his modern day peers
The King of Sweden gave him gold that he earned
And said sir you're the greatest athlete in

wouldn't save a buck
I would flip the shit and buy a crib and live it up
Travel time like Kigome Higurashi but
Ya boy like Inyuasha all I'm really tryna do

have enough
(Turn Up)
Now I’m going back in
Verse two bitch for the mufuckin win
Wanna fuck me you goin have to bring a friend
When I’m on them beans man

caught up with the fat black hammers out,
(where?) Pecknarm, black bandana town, 
Slap that banger round,
Clap that faggot down.

*Verse 2*

The pain in my

be looking case you ask me what my tints for
Gang say it's down to ride i'm always saying 10-4 busting up the rocks, hang with Freddy not

catching dust
Likkle man better go sky some
How you beat one corn? Better go buy some
We don't street fight 'round here
Fuck somebody's son

I'm

some dollars by some drank
Then take it to the head and count that that money for you faint
Yea you know my shit is potent it's hitting like nawlins

come move on my pace 2 rounds 4 The workout
Then smash up the plate
Language we speaking
Ain't nothing Nothin you face
Guapanese on weekend
Talk money

know you get paid every-time that you steal up a kid (like, uh)
Mercy, it's lonely, I'm out here
It's just me, yeah, make it so I'm free
Yeah, let me out

I ate the beat threw it up now regurgitatin
And niggas don't want me to win so they always hated
Stomp on the devil my sole over satin
Jesus on my

treating proper
Ru-run up on me and you finna punched
But you run up on her and you finna get slaughtered
Not an actor, yea I'm keeping it real (Yesirr)

a sheep for the flock
How many niggas do the same shit you know gon pop
I came up from the struggle man I seen me a lot
But I'm not
Tryna see the bottom

[Young Buck]
You a thug like me

[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga

terminator
My brains can hurt a nigga
Use them red lightly
Lyrically burn a nigga
Cause im gettin you by wetting you
I'm telling you bust rounds like

worth my wild
If you insisting that I'm up next
Yo did I just hear a threat
Oh I know How it goes
If you ain't in to be "Sold"
But under pressure who

gun-butt you
Wit the pistol grip of the trey-pound
Hit you wit the six then start wavin the K round
I'm from Down Bottom where it's spray or get sprayed

gyal pon dah tile Deh
Remind her a you buy dem
If dem bruck up yuh can buy dem again
Yea man a dem life Deh
Jump pon a plane and fly weh
But it start

possible
How you
Made this album

The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better

You win
Bonus points
For

only say once
All the ones who stayed down gon' be 'round me when I'm way up
Got nothing to lose and nothing left that I'm afraid of, yeah
(Nothing left

My 19th Birthday

Dave

Game Over

2017

And then she sent me nudes
I said "Nuh-uh-uh, cover up"
I aired it, certain girls I can't respect
We're all nothin' to someone, and that you can't forget

down by the equator

Lover boy got hella haters
Run it up like Fred Taylor, goin' up like elevators
Prayin' for God to save us so we can get out this

my name before I walked in
Opened up the door and they start applauding
Hoes on my dick 'cause they know im a prince
(Elegant) they like "You not rich

this offensive, I don't care
'cause I'm just makin' my rounds
And if you voted Joe, you a
Coon, I love how that sound, ayy
Mask off, I promise, they