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No

Ali

Heavy Starch

2002

'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

1993 creation for steps of born leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, bored by teachers

short
Palms itchin in the kitchen wit my lil bro
We LIDers block bleeders paper retrievers
Please believe we be cutting throats
Smoked all the way out

I'm just takin' my time, I'd kill for this
La-la-la-la (la-la, la-la-la-la)
No matter where the wind blows
Niggas made by design, I'll tell my kids

and make you go delirious
Love me when I'm right
Love me when I'm wrong
Ya gotta
Love me a lil extra cus my love be strong
I got that
Fire by my side I gotta

coked up and weeded
Open fire, now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown
Straight out the West, don't get blown
My

lives
And I'm not them so don't expect me to cry
But, i swear to you i'm changing
Put me in a corner and expect me to write ratings
Life has gotten so bad

person, I'm clearly perverted, skirted with death, don't hold your breath twice
swimming throught he calm, rubbing down with palm oil, things they put in

hiding
Lay the crown on my knee while I shine it
I got it you can quit dick riding
Before I get up in your trick tip slide in
No brainer it's cool I don't

will determine my fate
There's no other options, guess I have to be great
Put heart in all my songs, I'm always speaking my mind
Protected by my ribs,

I got opps
In lakes
LA
And in Tampa bay
I got bitches tryna link
In Miami
And palm beach
Got way more bitches
I'm broward
Man I love broward
Bitches

wearin' it now
I want my kush delivered by the pound
I want my guap in offshore accounts
I want a trail of bodies at my throne
I want blood splattered all

now its hard to let it go.
Already know, feeling lil kinky, feeling real fresh.
Head by ya navel, palms on ya breast.
Tongue lashing til ya tell me I'm

Stuck in my eyes all day, all day, all day, all day

Sour tasting, outta tricks
Playing the same old licks
I'm in the biz

When I open my eyes I am burned

got 1k up on my waist
My lil bad bitch say I'm the shit
Shrimp and steak up on my plate
Live like this no magic trick
I'm by my lonely speaker knockers

change and I'm in it for gain
Focus on my goals but she tryna hang yup
Grades are too low and I'm missing a class and she coming too fast and she giving

theory
Skin like the moonlight
Legs like a model
All I want for Christmas is the genie in a bottle

What can I get for you
Well you know I'm new in town,

acrobatics can't even drive straight
I been skrrtin too evil fuck the fakes and heaven's gates
Now I'm flying down 80-West with success in my view
Still

do this shit for my squad
Like I'm eleven
Things tend to get a bit stranger
When you from heaven
Surrounded by the evils of lucy
In each direction
I'm

on it spit on it mhmm yea
Im a spit it like this
I got this shorty over west that act real pressed
Back in the day thats where I use to put my dick

lowkey v12 vroom breaking tricks in rooms trying to head overseas port coming soon smoked a zip by 11 re up by noon got the love for the Bay man shout out

me to keep you up
Got some chips in my hand
Watch it ima make it flip
Never going broke
Treat it like a magic trick
I'm not with the drama
I can't do

Yo
I'm bout to flip the game like Rodney Mullen Vs Deawon Song
Around the time I started smokin hay off bongs
Heads stuck in them Cali trees like

and nobody cares
I feel
I feel
Feel like do you even feel at all
Cold heart, cold palms
Just eating up in these walls
When you outside, young
Just watching all

never scared
I bit my tongue out of compassion dog not fear
Its not fair, truth be told I do not care
I'm top tier
Everybody in ya top eehhhh
Some props