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diamonds dancing I'm like Gucci in this bitch, money making nigga she look at me like I'm Mitch

Overseas for the week, she wanna feel that fresh breeze,

control, then ya turn 'round, take you by surprise
Takin trips hours on a drive, Dozin off very sleepy eyed
God knows in my journeys how many times I shoulda

Fashion I'm dripping in a pea coat
All black like the matrix, Neo
Y'all talking bout thugger and gunna, when my older brother been locced up for RICO

trash gotta wit time
Another black king I age just like wine
She got what I need and hoping that's fine
Watch all on my wrist never waisting my time
Nah

said that Dee too hot
My oracle more Golden State
3 Rings got my hand on skate
Big mad
I entered the Matrix
Rap this shit like Santa made this
Lights

dat Midnight Creep
Aye what dat sound like
What dat Midnight Creep
Best get off the street before the clock strikes twelve
That's when the whole town

I'm just trying to get by
Said I got a sweet tooth
Whats a piece? Want a pie
NV fuck up the stu
I'm lit, but lowkey just like a black light
And my

I want to be your baby, your angel all in black
Your little blue-eyed gypsy who's always got your back
Yodel-oh-oh-oh, yodel-oh-oh-oh
I want to be

decision leaving me mystified
Solidified by the SAGE group so misty eyed
All the theory's put to bed it's time to pick a fight

L - L - Lockdown
Lock Lock

your bets soak that ass like tea leaves
Washed by the storm hurricane San's deadly
Check me I steadily grow with every medley
Use to push a Chevy Caprice

a feeling I'm getting the bag
I got a feeling like Black Eyed Peas
They hating they life they look like why me
My life is crazy I feel like YG
I got a feeling

Off graphic black magic, straight from hell's ground
Forcefed ipecac by armies of druids
Violently vomiting all your body fluids
Trash you in the back

niggas be haters
They really be rotten
That's really they problem
Niggas can't fuck with a nigga
Like me
Dread headed monster with a flow
So clean
Milking

even if I spit up on my t-shirt 
Color of spittle's clear as Sprite 
I think I'll write her a love poem by the end of the night
Words that start to chirp

get punched in the fucking
Face for looking side-eyed here
No hablo inglés, pardner, we play salsa here
I got shooters that took a charge
They like ta

the gas and smashes going full throttle
Now on the streets alone like he a wrong man And through the nights he roams up through
the black sand
Last stand

a fail on every try
With eyes like four leaf clovers
Know that luck is by your side
Because the odds of having eyes
With Mother Natures' favorite color
Is

money you know we get slimy
If he survive it's cuz he be  hiding

Spinning the block when he pop out
Dick make ha cock eyed, know I be robing, like I'm

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

A Complete Introduction to Sugar Hill Records

2010

And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being

the paint
Get you some numbers I got that
Cool under pressure I'm head strong
Strapped like I live up in Iraq
Walk in the bitch like I own shit
Rap like I

Fly as a jet
Boy, better treat me with respect

Rock the boat like a one-eyed pirate
Rick James, I get glitter on my eyelids
2 A.M., eighty-five

cocky dumb dumbs, shock me like a stun gun
Number 1 son, in this rat race I'm out coastin'
Watch got the black face - no Al Jolson
I'm out til the cows

I'm trying to take it slow
It's a couple of things about me that you might not know
I always feel like I'm about to die soon
I wake up walk my dog get

hatin yo music the same
Pussy nigga why u always blaming
U ain’t got shit what u trynna tell me
I ain’t give no respect to people like u
Remembered that