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I'ma born Memphis nigga with a
Degree in playin' dirty
Told that bitch I ain't got no
Time I'm always in a hurry
I pull up, shut down a town, you
draped in a saree like Saraswati
To make a long story short, I caught a body
This carajito couldn't embody what I embody
He rubs shoulders with Stalin like
Tay slow down, just talk to me
Know you got a thing for them hood niggas
Just somethin' about them hood bitches
You know you're with a thug when you
Or struck with surprise
When we rock through the roof
When the trucks have arrived
"hold it down" alright fuck it
No one here is in ear shot of it
They’re all
it?
Your man Moltar, the cop out
Ain't have no other career choice
He dropped out
Since when the Way-Outs included Zorak
Way back he used to rub his
Send him to the moon now aerospacin'
I will not budge
I will not lose, let go of that grudge
You're not a judge talk about lead cool
Rub that you will
keep our heads down
Amos got a flat, Shahim's got kids now
T's got a kid, Alfie's always had a kid
And he's always been a father
And he's always been
told you 'bout this
Get my belt! I'm gon' beat you clean to death, boy!
No! Pa!
Come here!
When I lay me down to sleep
I will say my prayer
better in person
She chose up when she seen me pullin' up
But I had to curve
Why you always tryna talk down when you know I'm workin'?
She be all up
Let that dress fall off your shoulder
Go on and take your hair down
It's just you and me, ain't nobody else around
I've been watching you all
rub up on the gentleman,
telling him she likes
to get serious
Cuz I know...I know you will...
I know you will
It all starts with a little bit
I know you
I rub for three wishes
Keep 2 but I use one though
I perfect bitch I can build from head to toe
Start out with her brain
Not so that she's trained
gigantic nut over his elbow skin
Make him rub it in like lotion? (DBangz, I love you)
Scrollin' through Pornhub, I'm on page four (yup)
'Cause I nut
You can be my boyfriend
Sycophantic sleazy
I know what you're thinking
Get down on your kneesies
You can get my front
I can get your back
You
Obsessed with the sound, I'll never look down
Why can't I wake up?
Time to wake up
Pretend, everything's fine
Relapse
Dear dreamer, did you ever
the year-end bonus in to thank your staff
Stop driving with your fist in the air
This is not the way!
You wanna be remembered down there?
The holidays
a move on
Yes in the ages
Boy that you've taken
I'm down two tonics
What you gonna do bout it
Splash of the vodka
That's cause I want ya
Rub it in
They go for you with their love and fear
They go being and never disappear
If you rub yourself along now
You'll get down to their kind of emotion
They say the neon lights are bright
On Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air
But when you're walkin' down that street
And you ain't
doesn't rubs me suspicious
I don't trust none of y'all
I don't trust religion
I don't trust the police or the justice system
Peace to erez the hustler
that we pay, for us
So take with the times
I've keep 'riding these rubs/rocks?
In the hope that I see you back home
And I say that's the price that
bad
Let's take this shitty life we have
And throw it down the drain and run away.
Just you and I.
Love don't tell us what to do.
It only shows us
about it
Every time I rub against you, babe
I lose control thinkin' about it
You make me want to go and do some things
To you, babe
Now I know I
the sunshine and in the wind that blows
I'm your shadow
Na na na na
Na na na na na, na na
When the sun goes down, what a sight
I thank you, girl, for
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