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Do I Look Like a Slut? [Peter's Rirty Ho Mix]

Avenue D

Live @ Roxy, Vol. 4

2004

think the good Lord would mind
I was calling his name the whole time

Sometimes I get a little drunk
And I go home with some crazy punks
But don't

took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid
And be a grown ass man with no acalade's
And know the truth

knocked my motherfucking son out his Nike Airs
But hell, life aint never been fair
Let me give you something, little dose of what I been through
My mom told

got me a blunt and I got the double cup
Stand by myself I ain't scared to speak up
Tell you what it is ain't living in fear
Imma move with the water so

and together
Fly around the circle nine times
Find the girl I need, here’s my description
She has a soul like mine
Tell her:
Hey
My name’s the same
As the one

she'll see you
Through all of her pain
And our two little girls
Will see an example of grace
When they look at their mom
And see how you lit her face
I was

a calculated gamble, the image that has become
The black women through them tel-lie-villains, has some of these little girls too hot to handle
Got some of your

absolutely amazed 
By his presence on the stage in my view
Inspired man, I wanna go straight to the booth
My nigga Jordan tapped me, said, “Man I can’t wait

Take it back
Rewind to little A
Lil me

Ten years ago
I was watching Mickey 
Now I can't stop puffin
On tha sticky icky
And waiting for my girl 
To give

you like Tito
I get pussy like a free throw
I get cheese like a Cheeto
You love that girl, she with me though
By the water, palm trees
I got codeine

think your opinion's more valid then his, her or mine
I'd whip my own ass if I stepped out of line, fuck you
The world we live in is a tragic movie
My

the genie did Aladdin
How I turned to villain killed my happy ever after
Just another story of a bastard
Just another story of a slacker
Held captive by his

to address
Anyone who’s ever been affected by the process
That I chose in order for me to progress
Sometimes I just have a little to much excess
They can’t

a birdie celebrate let's just get away from these ghetto ways
Fuck a reservay I'm just tryna meditate on a better place
Cause a nigga getting blazed by these

a piece of mind on my own
Baby girl it's for real, look (God please, for once)
Cause I'm going to insane, ain't nobody know
I just play the happy role card,

The Long Way Home

Derrick Morgan

The Long Way Home

2015

life
I don't know, on my life

Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap

Trust me baby girl
I ain't in no way, shape, or form trying to hurt you
Or trying to break your precious little heart
I'm happy with each other, I'm

on this like a dage
Dang
How he come in with this flame
That nigga Bryce is nice cause he channel all of this shit from his rage
I can feel it in my brain

ride out

Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)

Back to this ride shit

Liph on his passenger side shit

You know

It's been debated would you chase a check or get a ring?
You'd rather have him give you head than give you everything
I wanna do right by my woman and by

talking Will Smith when he told his little cousin
Act mad stupid and these bully’s don’t want nothing
See I’m just me nothing more nothing lesser
Catch you

to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot

Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While

and you're a no show
Take your girl and she gone give me blow
Hold up, hold up
Back on attack, ammo is loaded
What made his bass drop, oh shit my flow did
He

to keep the game going
Unpaused it, fatal frame motions
Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep posing
All them little-little moments
Is the only time you keep the fame