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going to hold it down
On the I95
Smelling like a pound
Red head bitch She gon wipe me down
You niggas all fake don't give me a pound
We be totting big

You know what I'm sayin'
Y'all ain't ready for this shit, man
Big Von on this shit, man
Y'all know what I'm sayin'
We got, what
We got Bando on this

she wasn't my ace
Sorry lil mama I don't gotta cape
Sippin on oj she feeding me crepes
We fuck around we don't date
I want a crib by a lake
Suck it so

I see visions all around
Visions all around
I see visions all around-round

I see visions all around
Got my inner eyes thinking
Make it real

for a sign? You're in luck. This is it
Nothing has meaning, my bars don't matter
Cause I'm talking to the void, where ideas get scattered
Why should I

year
And make more shit before I forget how to rap
Like I need to snap out of it and don't sweat it
That maybe this summer I'd make a mixtape
A lot

Coast to Coast

Royal T

The Best of Low Profile Records

2004

the switches to the side
The truck's full of amps in the back of the g-ride
Everybody's styling, Profile's Low
I'm driving real slow, looks like a big car

I been on my villain shit nobody care bout my feelings
So I done dead that shit how I been dealing
I just been taking it day by day ducking the news

Going to the Center

Warhead

Good Part for Each

1997

[music: eilen - breitenbach]
[lyrics: eilen]
[arranged by WARHEAD]

the black door of a big neglected building
They call it papermill, we call it

of the rage a,
Potion oh shit.

Slither in a bitch and it’s,
Nasty Nati.
Look her in the face I see,
Happy caddy.
What you got in your tr-trousers laddy?
Im big

Caprice Music

Tum Tum

Caprice Musik

up on twenty-fours
Heavy on the net
You know me
So many chains on, I'm 'bout to OG
Three fifty what it is
I see you whippin', then let vice get

mind
Something you can't often find
That's why imma work on mine, Hoping that I get so high
I just wanna make it big, Maybe book a few gigs
Whatever

regret it 
If you think your meanest, I'm a menace 
Hear ur screams, take you up to Venice
All the other people, won't hear it 
Hog tieing you, for

I don't want to see it shake bitch I wanna see you wind
With a booty like that you truly one of a kind
By the end of this song I just might make you

everything start by everything I mean the art
Maneuver to go for the charts leave a blueprint as the mark
Hold up I'm going to fast slow it down can't let it

doesn't feel warm
So I sleep past dawn no peep or yawn

Getting lit by the river
Big buds and liquor
Hella trouble for my liver
In the struggle with my

Betty Crocker
Its that butterscotch boss got
That red lobster
Now I’m Scrooge McDuck with them big bucks
I smile for paparazzi like I’m Harry Styles
I

In yo videos
Man fuck these niggas
All that big homie shit gettin old
I jus cant fuck because u thick
I'm in to pretty hoes
No I won't keep yo bitch
I

Let's go for a ride In the middle of the night
Twerk in the front seat, do it for the vine
Press rewind. Do it for vine. Biding time trailing by

well done i aint boastin
They just with the commotion and wave ya down by the ocean coast
Im stockton when the money gross
Im stock in the portfolio
Im

keep my distance than be surrounded by snakes
People telling people I'm on now and Ian even made it
When my turn come to really take off man, they ass

into that heir with money

I'm watching you from a distance
I know it ain't none of my business
Intruding your space like I'm addicted
I miss that

in hell though
But I'll make it back home
Wait, ride the lonely road
Ay, my shit automatic
I don't want the static, motherfucker I'm too grown
Too

Effects wore off then it hurt, Made me feel like I'm not worth
Anything to anyone, Cant realize what they've done
So I hope that made you happy Don't need