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Fuck Econometrics
My nigga he a chemist in the Kitchen and he said he got a plan and I'm with it
Now we got the white in the pan for the whipping

(Never, never, never, never)
Played out the ARP, this a M16
Got the pint at ten, drank it all by 10:16
That's a line a minute
When cuddy step into that

hit your bitch in her nightgown
.223 make 'em dance like Chris Brown
556 make 'em dance like Usher
Fuck wit' a nigga, everybody gon' suffer
Make it

the movie American Pie
Caught stroking heavy by Gene Levy
But he was a cool guy
And good old Oz is getting frisky in choir
Singing, "Chris will be the way

A stand-up guy who wouldn't just sit down
Selling good kaas even sold it to Chris Brown
I was in Joburg when his body got laid down
In mourning I sent my

touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie

you emotionally unavailable (Damn)
I've never been in this situation before
Got my friends warning me
Got me bumping Chris Brown's old jams 7 days

Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision
Then reminisce on how shady the business
Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit
Bombed in

pound
In 2 days, Chris shooting off the hip like hooray, youon shoot we could mix like a smoothie
Cut some day 1s off its a new day
Cause the day 1s be

I was so comfy in the hood, I could trap with my kicks off
Now I'm in that 'Bach, brown interior, call it Biscoff
Bitch, I'm the big dawg
Draw

we waiting for the sun
Had one from Toxic now my day is done
Getting ready for another Dayton day of fun
Started in the side yard with IPAs
Then I

pound, another year another frown
I'm bound to stick around to see Whats next
Words of fear and icy tears; flowed through the years
Like kitchen shears

White Bitch

Gunplay

Living Legend

2015

(Now its music in their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down)

Take what you want, tie they

the kitchen drawers and cabinets
In the broken down public houses
Where nerds don't get no passes
Got a glue trap for the mouses
And a shovel for you snakes

that dope again
I'm in the kitchen on that Adderall, focusing
I'm on the road, doing shows, with some hoes again
I hit the gas a couple times, then I

was the soundtrack
You stuffed a buffet for lunch break up in a brown bag
And I know it sound mad, but it's just a sound fact
Even if the crowd packed,

It's So

Boss Hogg Outlawz

Boyz-N-Blue

2004

slangers
Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers
Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood
Proud of my block, everyday fought for

Smokin dope by myself
Do it all for my health
Hell yea , kno I need the wealth
Run it up
I get the bag that’s a hunnit grand
Brown paper bag

on the nose with a boop
Scoring always makes me want to eat that wanton soup
Soaring in a mood look at me now, wow
Bustin a rhyme like Chris Brown, wow
More in

Brown rocking Jordan's, up in Norman
Hustling hard for my family, tryna make a fortune 
Cooking up raps late, call me George Foreman 
Cooking in

Two

Rise & Shine

Xclusive R&B

2006

got a cure, what they hiding it for?
I've learned greed is a whore with abcess sores
I wouldn't go in her raw, or even touch her
Up in hell's kitchen

Shorty said she love me
Told her, say it loud
Like she James Brown
Lost so many real ones
It's too bad they ain't around me Got money in this, that's

been getting money since secondary
Cooking in the kitchen with the recipe
Say you're getting money that's apparently
We don't see no proof so it's

don't tempt me
Now you left me a stray
Blinded by love
Now that's out of my way
Left your ass in the dust
Like ash on my tray
Now it's fuck love
'Cause