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Run yo bag up until yo watch a bird and a half
Still getting buckets jumped out the bucket with the crabs in em
My heart and back still healing from

take the plunge.
Can't Escape or run. That greatest one. I'm the torch that overtakes the sun.
Get Out! Time to evacuate! Fredro Starr & The Route as we

Keep It Trill

King Trill

Keep It Trill

2013

of over throwing me
You'd better increase your grind
I run these streets like a hobo
Got swag by the boat loads
Ain't never heard about me
Guaranteed

Aight boys
We ready
For a warmup?
Yeah, nah nah
I know
We don't need it
Eh?
But
Let's just go
Don't get me wrong
Its sick
I drop a song
Like vomit
I

niggas yelling slatty
Baby age like wine she a baddy with a fatty
Hmm that shit tough though
We go too cut throat
Ice out by the bus load
She fucks when I

question left to ask
Just some old dogs
Sitting watching time run past in the park

Sitting 'round, sitting 'round at the park
Said we gonna burn the tree

give a thumbs up to my villains

Get the check an run it back

Knowing one day we’ll have  millions

Love me or love not shit could get confusing need

ain't one to lie
Even though you hurt my spirt
You stood by my side
I guess we running out of gas but
You was down to ride
And I'm sorry baby girl I'm not

I'm just high off life
I don't choof no more baby, IGET right
I go to gym and then I run when I wake up at 9
I go to church three times a week so I can

You're a lot like your father
You really are and thats a good thing
But you father lived by a philosophy a principle really
He believed that, that if

with the denim slightly tucked in
On the run but my denim keep it tucked in
By the waist
Oh yeah by the way
I'm by the bay
If you bout it bae
That bottle

Yeah, uh
Word on road, is the clique about to blow
You ain't gotta run and tell nobody they already know
We've been living on a high, they've been

Fisher Price
It's my god damn right to spit it anyway I like
Anybody hating, suck my dick bitch, we can fucking fight
Yes, I want the money, but it's all

a rider who gone be here with me to Face these problems 
After massages you better ride this cuz I ain’t stopping baby we got this ohhhhh


(Chorus)

I

Whipped Cream, Nuts and Cherries

Goldy

In the Land of Funk

1994

o'clock, she said call her
So that I can come and get her 'fore she's picked up by her father
So I smashed up in the Malibu
How would you feel watchin

smooth like mayo
My figgidy flow is on the run like it broke out of jail
I'm friggidy fresh
Never have I failed to impress
It's cuz I stay sharp, well

right
You're a baby, you're a girl, go to bed before we fight
You're a liar, you're a rebel, all your sin will come to light
Quit your crying, quit your

bullets ghost ride yo' whip
Keep the sleak?
I came to get busy them niggas wake up
I'mma leave here smilin' like
Diddy after the breakup
Gilly is the king

posing postures still smoking
On that dope shit Feezy got the eight
I got the nine we on our go shit
Tryna play me close
My young nigga's on stand by
But

the building, like an epidural patient pushed out more than her first kid, by the baby lies a turd in other words I don't feel shit

But I feel sick, when them

that when this issues gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on
Take your car, yes we will,
We'll take your car and drive it
Take it to a motel room

sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us (go)
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars, boy
Versace, Versace
We stay

get money that's a fact I might bust down me a face
I get racks big check, big cake
She wanna dance with me, okay
Step by step shorty come my way, okay

I cry?
Will you ride?
Dry my eyes?
You a vibe
open thighs
homicide
In my eyes
You will find
Sacrifice
Know that I'm
By your side
Till we die
She is