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living soul
And lie beside me, baby
That's an order
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture
Give

Blinded by my ego
Like what the hell do I know
Baby tell me where do we go from here
We got problems, yeah I'll admit it
Lack communication, we refuse

Don't you cry me no tears baby

I been losin my mind i been wastin my time
From tha city where its gritty we surrounded by crime
I been uppin my grind i

wait for the back beat
Slap you with Kurt's hand hurts man wow
Thumping like Paul
Light you like Jimi and wait for the fall
Try to get with me not taking

To start the car go and push the button
Who knew I’d be this lucky
But you know I gotta get the money but
I don’t want to stay too long
Baby girl call my

Lyrics:

1.	Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News

(Hook)
I dont ever sleep,  im busy chasing commas/
Tryna get that money, give some to my momma/
While stacking up some money for my baby momma/
Yeah

Y'all know good and goddamn well
You're fucking with a brother who ain't
Never had his hand held
And never seemed passed out
Rolling baby strollers

McGrady
Every time I hop up in the stu man I go crazy
I just turned 18, I'm a grown man
I ain't no baby
Yeah, I move like a don
Some people call me Sean

an M in a stash house
Screaming, oh lord, by the tennis court bathhouse
Dog maid mansion, yeah, I got it, I'ma laugh now
Orangutan from tang with me what

gets paid and I'm bored of this shit
Man, I'm pulling down the rebounds, baby
Ain't nothing but a rebound, baby
Ain't ever had a shot like this, never

the building ain't no body finna run us
My partner Christian Wood is still a beast up in the paint
And Jae'Sean Tate gonna get it crackin' think he ain't
So

stackin
All of my niggas been get to the money
Yea all of my niggas be trappin
Yea
They be trapping baby (Trap, trap, trap, trap)
All of my niggas got

than a bird
Project page paul walker i might pull up on the curb
Youre really impressing me so ill give you my word
If you ride for me i promise baby ill

beat the pussy up and then it's over with
Man that little thooter crazy tryna have my kids
And she wanna get with me and just the thought of it
Baby you

[MF Doom]
A fly tramp, that's what she called me
'Cause I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul C
As y'all see, who give a fuck? Who know what is it?

kept upping the juice
Little static shocks but, had me feeling like i was being eaten
By lightning
But don't get me wrong, don't cure me
I like my powers

making babies
Too much sugar got them going crazy

Uh
Rocking Sean John, the beat is hardcore
Formulate, evaluate your mind state
What you know about that?

Sean sent the beat I know it's cray
Let's move baby, you ain't gotta hide your dance
Always gonna make it to where you ain't gotta chance
Cause

be
Omo fo wo kan kan
Ko lo fi kan kan

Fi sean owo
You beautiful like oh no
Omo oloju eni edo o
Egbe trophy wo o o
Oti toh so Lowolowo
One by one Two

we get blocked in
So give our regards to the Paul and the Lynnes
And the swankys and the chatters and the Tequila twins
Sorry Attilla's brides

Comrades and commas I brought a few with me
Guarded by them angels I got a few on me
See baby the innovators we the new Army
Plus I paid a half a ticket for

to get high 
y'all can kiss this seventy year old handicap girl goodbye (she's dead) 
My name ain't Sean cause I  ????
Down to kill seventy-six niggas,

YOU CAN COME OVER BABY LET ME PUT THIS LOVING ON YOU.

WRITTEN BY SEAN CARTER - ASCAP - GHOST BLACK PUBLISHING