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that made you go and hate me
Got a Dear John letter in the mail from Melissa
Tellin' me to go fuck myself, go figure
So I'm back on the liquor

That you should come to my show
Cause I'd buy you Chanel
Just to see you do well

Always giving them hell
Like you delivering mail
Couple things that I

Alphabet is dead and buried
Final sins are wrath and envy
Head dismembered mail it to me
Time begins but has no ending
Virus lives unsanitary
Why is this

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
Something 'bout it felt like home somehow, and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house

shit disappear 
Ain't speaking bout opps but it's smoke in the air 
Mo' money mo' problems is all that I hear 
So I keep me a knot keep my eyes in

Sex Wit You [Snippet]

Marques Houston

Naked

2005

Sex wit you is like
When the check comes in the mail
After being broke for so long
Sex wit you is like
It?s like gettin' out the pen
And shawty's

much exotic in the trap, how live 
Told Sweat I'd go 'head and get 'em a vet
Skrr-skrr, yeah, skrr-skrr, got bails
Made too many men with the mail, I

Teste les mignons garçons, chez nous y a pas de vilains garçons
HK du Mail ouais j'suis à se-l'ai
Un négro discret, négro isolé
Pour arriver là, j'ai

said, "Put the fire on the low" but I put it on high
Mi did fuck up
Lock off (boi-yoi)

Before I knew about Air BnB
I was at the reception in Premier

all outta state
She throw a stamp on it and mail it
I don't rock Gucci but guwop I get a lot of that
Give a fuck if she a instagram Model I don't follow

bomb try hit a boy's headtop
Free S when they open them locks
Now he's back banging the
Tips and the sweatbox
Nuff jail mail man send off
Teasing shorty

n****s be slimy like snails
You can get filled with some shells
The pack touching down in the mail
He never sold no bells
I swear these rap n****s 12
It’s

at our jaws
Damn, my whole life done passed Im still hanging down
South but my pants don't sag. I need a breath of fresh air when I pop those tags

Written By: Lord Vizion

Who are you to control the dissatisfaction of disappointed demons you heathen?
You can't breathe in the same air as me 
So

bed them jumpouts, left him in the pillow
In the air just like a bnb, but we had got his drop off zillow
He a family man, had blick his ass, make his

on the Mail
He said it's done
I told em find a way
Time to feed the streets
My brodie told me
No more time to play
section full of niggas
Just ice grilling

I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But somethin bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house

a op then you know we gone air it out
I just got me a pack and you know we gone mail it out
Niggas know that I don't give a fuck
Yes I refer to myself

on these corners
Coke white air forces it's a hell of a drug
Praise to my momma raised a hell of a thug
Couple bottles of that clasé I'm feeling high class

like the royal mail
I just took a sip, from the holy grail If you don't like what you see, uh
Keep my throne in the back room sitting rightly
Don't play

heart
You could have it
Telling the story I kind of feel embarrassed
Cuz it was all good
Then it wasn't
All the mail it stop coming
No visits
No, nothing

Guwap, fuck nigga, my name is che
Knock out your doorman, bitch, I'ma run in yo' place
Put some white in her smoke, yeah, that bitch a best friend
Air out

day come
Pain music, the liaison
Bound to air some shit out
Whenever my pain showin
Trying to stop eating these yerks
They been keeping my brain numb

wait patient in my chair
Get up cuz I need air
Man I feel it kicking in
Right when it drop just like a snare
Off the rip I'm popping two
Looking like I'm