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So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

him on a shirt
Play with a pimp baby, can't get hurt
Shorty man, she's just wearing a skirt
Said she want smoke so we put her in a pack
Popped her

straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets

close
I had a big bottle of
Goose and a fresh fitted
Now start the Porsche up for me baby
Let's get it
I'm too faded to drive home, so you on
But don't

to go
10-5 let me know
Leave the trap, lock my door
Ride with dawg, we know motion, play around get yo ass smoked
Left the function, headed home
Bitch

Back to the basement 
Thought I had the deck stacked with the aces 
Now I barely get a dap when I play this
How the hell will I adapt to the latest

Fuck beefin', let's get money, my baby (huh?)
I'll break a 'bow down and go crazy (huh?)
Fuck it, sell the whole brick, I'm lazy
Mama, look what

next bonus
The second he's in power, like an exponent
Cause he had his ex moanin'
Until he caught a spasm
But by the next mornin'
Multiply they orgasms

tho your stomach rumbled
Left the house with your gun not coming back without a supper
We was the kids like usher to let it burn so when it's our turn

with you by the time I turned 18
Forever thing or never thing like baby it can't be

Okay then
Gotta hype myself up in the mirror, shit okay twin, I

drivin outside drivin outside

 and you know you my baby my ride or die 

stick by my side go to end

 since we were friends and now we’ll go do this

Sock em robots I'm a pop your head dog
Maybe pills instead dog
Dad did I let you down? Yo
It don't matter cause I'm getting down
I'm having fun fuck

the paper forget the by-line
Don't play with boy I'm like asthma
There's only one way to fame and I'm taking it bone LASTHMA
Shuo how come I have so many

want a put a baby in her give cj a nother sibling
◦ cnd since we speaking of the boy let me tel y'all bout my Nîgga
◦ Baby momma telling folk that he

Burning some sage
This shit federal
cnd I'ma get paid
You feel me
Sing that shit baby

Written by: C5
Produced by: Trunk
Mixed by: DrewMixedIt

Aye, Wes
Thirty more minutes man
Let's get this placed cleaned up so we can go

Aight, I got you man

My honesty ties my singles together like

Everything Gonna Be Alright

Truth Enola

6 O'Clock Straight

2004

of your body tonight.
Whoa, ev'rything's gonna be alright.
Let the music take control of you body tonight.
 
Do that dance do that dance, baby.
Do that

when you see me out
But it's killing the boy inside
Pour up me a cup of rye
I wish you was by my side
You ain't tho
Tried but I still can't let that pain

off his top
Then fly off in an A four Skyhawk to condos

All my shooters let they choppa sing, shooting 5 0
Cause we ducking 12, with the kilos like

up riiide 
I don't a k k k v l o g anyway PR is a death trap any day
Tried why the flame post? 
Blamed by the chained clothes. 
Pained by the soft

cool I will tell you now
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
Da-Delete da, ra-ta
O-o-ho-waa o-h
Baby we have been here a million times
Baby we have been here a million

decapitate it
I can't feel my face, but baby girl can you please get me out my place
Give me some time
Shit I've been through a lot for a day
We standing face

from rags to riches
I had no other options I had to get it
In the field run the play like I'm blitzing
One question lil baby why you stay in yo feelings

Eye gotta get it nigga
Yea I'm committed nigga
Like
Clutch, baby you know who eye am
Never speak on no nigga
Cause eye can't worry bout them
Eye gotta