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tapping
I need a blunt
Two tabs
To do my brain some damage
Run up on these motherfuckers
Like its target practice
Banana peel slip n' fall
Now the neck

not castor
Loose paper Ima scrapper
Chopper paint em like spray cans
Graffiti artist I'll tag ya
Get cooked like ox tails
Arizona hot Scottsdale
Me

That's her mindset
Yea she only talk bands lil baby
She got a lot
And I like that
She gon break ya boy off
Gimme bands
Multiply her knots
On some P shit

Why he acting like he the plug and he the middle man
Pull up hop up out the window just like I'm Candyman
Raised around a bunch of gorillas like I

Yeah You Know Im Ready Nigga
I Might Make A Couple Plays To Throw It In The Club 
See Im Always By Myself But I Get Groupie Love
Feel Im Coming Down I

on 
You hate it when I gas light you
Love the way you just like me girl 

I been hustlin’ in frustration 
Need a lil room to breathe baby
But I ain’t mean

They tryna be up by 2
Just like it’s game time

2x

I just wanna know 
Can you hold the key to my soul 
I can’t treat you like dirt 
But we need some

b
I know you dont like all that hype shit on the radio
Went from marcy to hollywood but whered my fkn baby go
Ridin round town on your lolo zouai flex

Niggas think im emo way i pull up with a new cut
And im still in my hood like the muhfuckin Koo Klux
Try take my chain and let Cha Cha go shoot ya
So

Creating attitudes of loot degrade
And so some folks and fakes
Might maybe say hello
Keep on passing by
And get your fat face jello-d
I think I'll mash them

That D'USSE in my system
Hakuna matata
I move like mufasa
She told me she love me i told her denada
Big blunt in the air make me feel like a rasta

getting active
Like a shark, lean in the pool, boy, you better not panic

Put a switch on a Glock , boy, it ain't no jamming
Fuck, girl, I'm about to chop

did was kinda fake
Stupid ass bitch, get off my dick I got no time to waste
Stacking money on my mind yeah, that sound like my kinda day
Hop inside my

no job
Was thinking bout how I can get to that pro job by swinging it
Ding dong ditching
Would make me feel nothing like innocent
But in a sense I

to lie
Just give ya boy the green light like a traffic sign
Traffic sign
You know me my behavior’s naughty by nature
Be careful shit can get hella treach

your feelings I, feelings I, feelings I, feelings I 
Oh my time, time, time
Running out of time 
Flys by demons creeping in my mind 
From my past life

Don't Flex

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

Space Age
[Chorus 2X:]
Don't flex baby
I want to see you toucha toes in that dress baby
Bounce it up and down like we having sex baby
Give me

Lil Zub plus TKL, TKL, yeah, yeah
It seems like every day I have to look back, look back at my past and accept the heartbreak
accept my fate, expect

with a turtleneck Cleveland
Gambling at the restaurant, a couple racks lay on the floor

Memories by being broke, cause I don't live like that no more

coastin' Ridin' coastin
Shake it baby go do it for me
Hit a lil' dance bring the mood for Me
Girl you been sexy nothin' new For me
And I'll
I'll keep you by

the diamonds look flawless
Shinin', they like, ooh, that girl ballin
Rhymin', this beat make you wanna toss

I put on my bust down, now go down to the basement

The spinach
One arm bigger than the other, Choking like a chicken
I guess I'm the shit, no other way to Spin it
Three taps and he's out, only way to Pin it

threats, but where the message
I’m on top, I got the leverage
You on bottom, get to steppin
Lil boy, you a peasant
I bust out the box, like a present
Ice

them millions
(Yeah)
Got it lookin’ like a breeze
(Breeze)
I’m gettin’ to the Philly Cheese
Five star meal Bon Appetit
Shorty told me wanna make me