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at the very bottom
Theres only one way
And thats up
Hopefully I won't get stuck
Get struck
By a drunk driver who ain't give a fuck
Cause thats just how it goes

tell you no
Whatchu gonna do when i hold my own
Karma's a bitch but she made me strong
Rollin that bone like Freddy Flintstone
What goes around comes

just wont let me be
Till im lookin at a spot under a willow tree like
Theres a nice place to be burried
Instead of beeing burried by lies and stories
But

'the unit is in a tail spin

Quick somebody report her!'

 'and that way if she goes to the

Reporters we can say we had orders'

'and make sure she

from the high
Treetops down to the roots below"
Well I was so impressed by this
I went down…to one knee
And she agreed right then there
That she would

Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions

I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I

heart is impatient and ready to leave
I've been Stuck in a basement and rolling up tree
Stuck on a girl who force me to relapse
Fucked up cause she like

She want a part of me
That I ain't giving up
My work my artistry
Guess I don't binge enough
If you gon cheat then cheat
I dont judge girl live it up

better be
Wait
Another year goes by but I'm not back in the Midwest
Time flew it feels like goddamn haven't even been yet
I went there and left the streets

at the end of the day
I'm making this music, and you go repeat it
You like it, it goes on replay

This ain't no free ride, there are no hand outs
This is not

I’ll be good to you,
Yeah, 
Swerving through my city girl I’m live, 
Call my name I sliding there by 5, 
Hit me when I’m outside girl let’s ride, 
We

All I Think About

Bad Meets Evil

Southpaw [Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture]

2015

don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be

Charlie Black, the baddest brother ever to rap
By the time I'm done, I'll have your bitch on my lap
And we go do that there, like a private affair 
Large

And in libya many things i see
I put in work everyday of my life life
Trying to earn good living as the
Days goes by
Have seen it all when you talk about

Here he goes again
Heard a tune called "Who's Got Lyrics?"
I made a tune called "Stupid Question"
Fam I got flows again, I
Write the wickedest lyrics,

School of the Hard Knocks Yeah my whole fam made it Chilling like a fat rat Looking like we just ate it Middle finger goes up To all y'all niggas hating

got options by the Brady Bunch
Working like I had to punch, thousands I ain't made enough
Before I chill I need a quarter mil, 'til then I'm cutting up

maybe admission-able
Am I street value
net worth ain't there
If I'm playing cards
We playing the play
Or we betting she
Straight didn't listen b

got her titties out her blouse
She in my bed doming me up and I don't even wanna nut
I'm balls deep in her guts and I'm feeling really bored
Back in

the jects 
Duck off with one of my breezies 
Note even ten minutes fast 
We sitting watching TV 
I hear a knock at the door 
Damn there goes the DTs

Im bout

But listen cuz I prolly know what you thinking 
Like here we go with all the nonsense 
But she don't know... that I was loving her back when things were

gotta have it 
the lips of the wise are like doors of the cabinet 
better guard your soul cuz she goes 
where the action is 
thinkin, understandin,

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo ... makaflow

I'm sure you've heard my last hit song
It's the one that goes, I'm gonna burn you with my bong
Now that I

pulling on his dick
Three shots from his clip, and there it goes dropping

Here come all the asses, they're plopping
I may be white, but I'm still picking