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This a 550I know you could tell by how it drive
Probably got thirty tickets I wasn't stopping at no lights
I was searching for happiness trying to make

want more for you
Than you want for yourself
You showed by example that’s a hell of a step to take
Sacrificing yourself just so I can be great
Now who

I'm so street, keep birds with no beat
Keep the piece between my
Jeans and polo briefs
Don't flow to no beat if your flow weak
That's like wearing

season where I'm losing
Ideas that i think I'm needing
Running out of luck that i don't believe in
Think my mind might need a pickup truck 'cause
Man i

The Ambitions Are

The Golden Palominos

Dead Inside

1996

let me hit you just once
Man on the street says: I can make any woman kill herself in a year

So you drive your dead body home at night
And when you

We must stop the terror!
I call upon all nations to do everything they can
To stop these terrorists killers
Thank you
Now, watch this drive!

It's

I'm smacking up ya shorty back
Gambs' is up, better stack, I bought the truck
I covered that, Ghetto rich still lock them thangs
Money still in mansions

The Trap, hoes and niggahs shot
Too much for you
You can get your ass off the block
We real hittas 
Straight red and green dots
Ohh yea i fagot to tell ya

I want to stall, baby are you feeling me?
Track 12, 2014 Forest Hills Drive
Love your life, that's the line that you live by
Love yourz, tatted yo arm

Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks

Hoes just trippin' mayne

Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive

What kinda keys you

Type to light up your dinner while you're having a party 
In the Lambo truck peekaboo come and find me, baby 
Don't get me mad I'll hit the gas

shouldn't mention
I been getting truck money profit sharing tell em split it uh
Working overtime 
Need bands from the line
My productivity high
Cause I got

Turn her straight to a fan
Drive the truck like a lamb
Living my life like damn
Turning into the man
To the top that’s the plan for me
They say I’m too

Grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks fucked up on morphine 
Smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it
And last week they raided my house, but I don't give a fuck

I got a call from God
Then da brinx truck pulled in my car garage 
Cash flows comes comes from the arbitrage 
The difference in us from all you guys

on my outfit
I watch my wrist that's your range rover
Came too hot
But the heart's still the coldest
My shoes have three designer's
Like i can't choose

I gotta Call from my nigga who was fitna break

Yo Miles, fuck the bus, man I can take you to school
I got your trust, or you still got some faking

slow mo
I'm just trying stay high enough 2 do a fly by
When I'm through holla at my nigga roc
And do a drive by
Fuck you say swoll arm nigga
Get whoop

And petty frustration
The parents and older folks here
Will know all
Too well what I’m talking about

By way of example
Let’s say it’s an average adult day

Ryde or Die, Bitch

Eve

XXX Hip Hop, Vol. 2

2004

drive-by's
Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids
Moms babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I need

I better do my research in case
Because I know that God never tests you on something you can ace
Checking the board
Off with your head if you step

invading everywhere
Even the Great Old Ones
Manage to shamble outta their geriatric care
Well I'm proud boy inbred cuck
And I drive a real big pickup truck

it but now I guess I did
U in that yellow shiny dress with drip
In a red Ferrari that match your lips
Next time I saw u u was sobbing in the corner

pass on the strap keep the dildo
76 bitches trynna fuck
Pussy get slammed no lifted trucks
Pop up a show she's pulling up
Stay a free soul i'm not trynna