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faze zone
On her face tho
Big straps like we hanging with the Regal's
Okay
Saint Laurent denim got me feeling like heaven
Got these CH rings and I

of lies
And I don't think that I could take the time to cry
I know that deep down it's our final goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Tell me that you're not afraid
Tell

to the crib
Showed her where I live
She asking me questions like how much the rent
I told her don't worry I do it so big
Steelokey baby I do it so big
On some

That's making me feel afraid

Are you sleeping
Your bloodshot eyes tell me no
I've been caught in the undertow
And I can't recall, even through it all

me to freeze, I might kick your gun
Call it survivin' the ice age
Reptilian, how old?
'Bout two-hundred and forty-two million
Post-Cretaceous,

(Without You)

They tried to tell me that I really wasn't it but when I met you I just knew we'd go accomplish some shit a hidden gem that I really

and fitted me in a black leather jacket
By seventeen, I had a shotgun to match it
Up in the action, in the mix, I could never forget
When I was younger, poor,

living like this it's frightening
Every breath I take seems tightening
I try to escape by running
But they find me I hear them coming
Day by day my insides

did some foul shit, it really got me stressin
Every L, I took it to da Chin Man, life's a lesson , I looked death in its eyes
Tellin' a story, it's

waited for my redemption
Why don't you have grace for me?

I know I said some things before
I know some things I did were awful
I know that my mind was

Freakgang
Ty Knight
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can’t tell you
Yeh I can’t tell you what to do, I’m just tryin’ to swim to you
Heard you in the storm and some

can't see her WAIST
Come do that dance on me
I can tell you ain't no saint
We got Benz's and coups
We pulled up in groups
Our bag is the biggest
These

some hammy downs
look at other niggas fits
I was tired of the bullshit that was all around me
Bad vibes don't need I was smoking my trees
Rolling up

we smoked some weed
Then she took care of my needs
She never even caused a scene
When I blew my wad then had to leave
I say damn I tell ya
This girl

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Listennn... The Album

2006

can suck a dick

Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't

And by now the smoke has cleared so baby lemme feel so

You know you are, so high
Baby let me feel so
Faded, Faded, (feel so high)
I'm so high

"You

the rules too much
Me and my friends (we) get into all kind of shit
And some people can’t handle us
they can’t stand how i play by my own rules
They see red

I feel the pressure to be great
So I need a lot of energy to create
I mostly get it from people I can speak to once a week late
That tell me how they

I have lost my way
Sinner I have always been
I can't seem to find my saint
It's getting clearer now...
I've been waiting all night
Cut's me open, it

Or a Saint
Watch how you talk
or Get splattered like paint
Aint speak in years why she saying she miss me
Feel setup vibes man I know summ fishy
Fuckin a ho

That I will suck for dinner
Your purest powers make me laugh
Because I'm a saint and sinner
Fresh flesh to the fore-sucking fly
Easy to see it's the evil

em it's part of my theme
Zero hoes rn
It's a choice
If I wanted I'd have Me a team

I can tell many niggas is starving
Simply see it in his eyes

person in my life
So I wrote this song for her
I appreciate you  guys for coming out
Vibein' with me for a little bit
While I tell this story
I love you

be trying to tell me bout your past my heart is soundproof
I know you had some rainy days but I ain't trying to cloud you
I'm just trying to crown you