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the snubs
I don't have a close friends story
I don't publicize on my end
Celebrate my wins in silence
Analyze my losses when I can
Passport like a scrapbook

Forty on my hip, lil bitch this ain't no Smith and Wesson
14 on this bitch he cooking he don't give a fuck, he reckless Springfield on my body yeah I

her age
You get close to forty times her wage
And you're just throwing parties with loose change
Leave her alone, you toe-rag

Hearts, hopes and hymens;

This place is a prison and these people aren't your friends
cin't no postal service when it's always sunday in your head
Letters unsent, burnin' that

them druggy ass niggas to come 'nd, tap in
But none of them was my friends
So the percs that I gave them was they end
Shit I guess you can really say

These niggas all gone be 40plus 
 Same guys 
I watched growing up 
cin't felt 
They showed enough 
Real billionaires 
Lookin at em funny 
 Judging by they

save all
Yo wishes for Charlie
I up a bitch
Then I tweak her like Barbie
Someone tell bro
To go up a new 40
One where it blow
It gone take a whole arm

shouting out loud to let your self get heard
telling you friends about some stupid mistake
I’m feeling mildly stimulated by this this second shot

What's up y'all
My name's MC Tepid
Y'all wanna make friends?
Man, don't come to my ends

40 miles past Dangerville
You take the first right past

seen my daughter in a minute (Oh no)
Last I saw she was going in the deep end (Swim good)
She was swimming with her friend (Where she at?)
But now I'm

was lust, now I think we're better as friends
I thought it never would end
What I'm saying now is what I said then

You can't get a slice of my cake
You

be bombs lay you on
Your loans get your streams
Niggas is damn near dead corner you know
Then stepping over old friends
In 40 below Tim's
50 men

breathe
At the end
Don't want a sidekick or any new Friends need the newest AMG GT Benz
Higher and higher we go
C-Note in my pocket
OneTake on the GO green

vet, no mileage, I just
Left M I A, A, I blowin' pressure on Collins, had to scrape mine from the bottom, 40 cal
Stuffed in my joggers, my paperwork say

the best by far
But that's where my love story ends
Seasons in my life
I'm numb to the loss now
Everybody goes through that, so
Look at this moment

blow me and see me by 9

And we blow .9s, .40s, .45s
Meet your demise, we'll send you high
Oh, you must be blind

And i drive through the storm when

you to tears
Life is always 'bout him all he can do is pretend
Then he dumps you in the end pretending he has a friend
Somehow these chicks don't see

bricks
You still try to knock it down and end up falling like a
Used to spar with the homeless, drinking 40s on the block
After school, parlay with homies,

to the lord this does`nt end cos you are my lover and you are my friend
Feeling so happy when you are around
By your love lady you know I was bound
You were not

No hands on the wheel, wiping tears off the glass
Okay yeah with you by my side I'll run another lap
You're my friend, you be where I'm at
With me when

outside dey ain't got no mob ties
Brand new G wagon my Benz it got room to fit yo friends
Seen a op creep through my ends I let my glocky sing like Tems

had to

Yo, I heard you dropped off the end
I been crying
I'm cutting
And I'm missing my friend
I ain't
Lying or nothing
I was wondering when
I was

to go[00:32.92](It's the) Freeway Shuffle[00:36.58]Under the LA sky as the city flies by[00:40.75]The Highway Hustle[00:44.81]In the city at night, under the neon

to see the sail out
See, I survived when dead men were the friends of mine If they 40 and still alive, I would be surprised
Hell, jealousy, even women