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jealous, they all want some
Healing power, deep in the blood of our veins
Mystic flower, surrounded by the lion’s mane
It ain’t a mystery yeah, yeah
They put

some women ain't right
They say they love you then go try and fuck your mans out of spite
Then come back like Iight
Girl you outta your mind
I'm only

Wiggle Wiggle

Nelly

Heavy Starch

2002

2: Murphy Lee]
My sex steno cus I'm taxing it I smack it a little
Stir it up like mother fuckin coffee then back to the middle
Lift over some pounds

so we bob like Dylan
Remember, driving around an all white Nissan
Thinking about the future
Using foresight vision
Listening to Dad as the porch light

me who u wit yeah
I'm in HUSTLE mode strictly for my benefit
I done did some shit before that I'd prolly do again (yeah)
If you know you know then it

more
If you're not high, then smoke some more. If you're not funky, funk some more
And you get up, then hit the door, and you don't come around no more

Y'all are gonna have to forgive me
I just gotta vent a little bit
Get some shit off my chest, you know
Look
I'm gettin' better with time
Workin'

Script I don't do no acting I don't never follow Script
I be fighting tooth and nail to come out with a win
If you ain't right then you get left bruh

I tell em.
So May I reveal em,
Because some are venom, like the vac serum,
Its not that I'm not willing,
Lyrically (I'm Bob Dylan)
Am Loyal (like Mary

ya ass, but then I rather kill ya
Tool’ll help me break him down like Bob the Builder
I can tell by the way you move, you not a killer
Woadie wanna

on a beat, now watch as I just bob and weave (What else?)
See I go 'til I D-I-E, Fly Eli, they behind
So be blind, I throw mine while he lyin'
I got some

A spade a spade, some other hoes
But I live in the shade
Palm trees, fronto, Bob Marley
I'm the dutch master, I'll box you
Boy like Cassius
Put 'em in

numbers
Stackin' that paper
I'm lookin' like Drake by the safe, yeah
I'm in ya state for
The feast, I brought all the plates, yeah
Gettin' my cake up
Life

Andy & Erin
Jim & Pam
Mike & Holly
Phylis, Bob Vance
Driven through Scranton
But it feel like France
Seeing romancing
I'm caught in a trance
I need

and 12 tryna trace it
But really I don't give a fuck
Life beating you up and sucks
Try your luck then my gun can get Upped
Like sponge bob,  my cup filled

Run up them numbers no high school diplomas 
I get every dollar ignore all the rumors
I'm sippin on wok while I'm cookin some noodles
Stay higher then

John was stole by Yoko
Feel like the sun ain't shone since o-four
Gets so close
But them clouds is thicker than rolled oats
And that rain will kick you

worked a day in her life, niggas she screening them
Waste niggas feindin', she's bun 'em and then she leaving 'em
Them niggas food she cook 'em and then

been there before
Burn bridges some still standing
And for that don't try to kingdom my nigga Cause we some loose cannons
No white flag
Fall get up

Yeah
Started with 50 Bob in my loop account
I'm not that far up but
I'm aiming for cash you couldn't count
Huge amounts
Aiming for even higher than

taken"
I need Bob to fix my heart
My heart broke it need some maintenance
Ima villain, Ima savage
Go JuJu, I'm bout my payments, huh
Hold on, I'm like,

Momma said boy you smell like weed, Get yo ass up and go get a degree
You wasting your life, It's gone past you by

I just wanna smoke a little weed,

provided from him 
I wake up 
To dms by that bitch u like on ig huh
I play games with her 
cnd then to you 
She do what I be doin

Bag alert 
They wanna

smoking gas and its medical,fuck the police we gon bend the rules,

I'm finna go in take a ride with me, did my dirt by my self no one riding with me, bob