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Hennessy and weed
Hennessy and weed
Shawty want some Hennessy and weed
Hennessy and weed
Yeh
I smoke green and drink Henny for dope records
Every line is

(Intro)

Real hot boy shit nigga

Fuego nino puta

Aye, Look

 

(Chorus)

Imma walk up in this bitch like it's my casa

I'm a little drunk so when I

bussing for my brothers
I put that on my soul and put that on my mother
Been going stupid like a stupid muthafucka
Still causing problems, counting money,

Dog tags around my neck
Try take em then we aim
cye, you call of duty veterans betta stay in yo lane
Real talk you wouldnt buss a grape mane stay up in

nigga grew up by the shore
Been jumped off the porch ever since I was four
For my loved ones I just gotta get more
And ever since then I've been had my

I Got Cha

Teddy Riley

Conversations With Queen

2001

Soundscan, I'm ate by the streets

You - you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin about ki's, that you never seen

Eii eii eii

I am a prodigy
This niggers they envy my energy
Straight from the mud you see
I'm taking this game like its meant for me
I am a prodigy

a stretcher
One in his top
Like fuck is you testin'

It's one in the head
And that's in my plot
It stay on my lap
I won't give you dap
I keep all my neggas
In

so much all my life
Now its time to take a step into the millennium room
Don't tote choppas I deposit, stay one way taught by prophets
I despise any

regret it
A terrible choice if you chose me
I never chose me, still I persist
I'm sick of watching the old me run away slowly
Coping by writing all night

a straw Feeling like I'm above the law
She sit on my lap like a guitar
'Bout to catch a body I'm above the law

I'm a real G you n***** acting just for

Tell me is this real shit open up the window
Breath the gases in
I, can't find, a reason for me to go by
They say life gives you lemons
Well I'm chugging

personal problems or funeral parlors
Or maybe you got burned for some dollars
So now it's fuck everybody, for real
But it's hard when it's just ya self
Hard

TV Song

Zita Swoon

To Play, to Dream, to Drift: An Anthology

2009

another day
I'll stay here in my precious cage
And lose it while I can
Cut it off by minute roots
And stick it in the ground
And bury you, it's-a all I

was raised by the trenches
Grew up with niggas who slung it to bring them ends in
Them same niggas did some time off in prison
For the shit that's now

I ride cold cap like a polar bear
See that little four bar loop? Homie your soul's in there
Stay strapped with them caps when you surf the net
TERFs

gone listen
If you try to switch positions you get cut like Tebow
Real high thoughts lost in the weed smoke
Real guy never bullshit what he wrote
I never

was always platonic
Now you booping
Slide by like a nigga never knew you
Came thru new whip with a new boo
Going hard like mufuqin chewblue
like

I break out, but stay with the lotion
The motion is crazy, cause I'm just coastin
Met your bitch at the beach, by the ocean
Said she had a man, but

We was broke momma crying in the kitchen
She asked me for a hug she couldn't afford Christmas
Apologizing to me she crying doing the dishes
I knew

feelin' well?
Like a body that's so hungry it begins to eat itself?
Bootstraps so tight you can't admit to needin' help
On the real feel like hell and you

good
Got us built for this

Murder on  my mind
Wish you could see in my head
Shits crazy
You would'nt understand
Praying to God
He would'nt see my way

STAY AWHILE 
GONE HEAD LET YOUR HAIR DOWN
OH DATS YO MAN BY THE BAR 
OH AND HE MAD
TELL HIM MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT
I'M PLAYER 
AND I CRUSH

I don’t like where I am I don’t wanna be here
I don’t know why but its felt like three years
Shit goes by in the blink of an eye
Never did I think