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Fresh outta county, bout to kiss freedom on all 12 oz 
And get back to Wylie for the round trip
Crownleess and still takin’em to the mountain top

a plunger
I'm a lion or a tiger or a human
Armor on my body like You see me work for loomis
Want to kiss my granny she been dealing with the tumors cancer

his videos on MTV
Now I'm bumping beats and lyrics by me
And I just can't believe it kills me to see
Me growing up and Eminem turning shitty
I'm like

states in America. 



Their distinguishing features are a black head and neck with white cheeks and a brown body. 



Geese have gravitated

calling out Chris
You talking bout how you be loading them sticks 
But stuck to the seat and won't hop out the whip
You fly like a rooster 
I'm fly like

you can get shot for a rhyme
He ain't hear me run up from behind
And see that ended our beef
Could have been Chris but he fast on his feet

Let me stop

50
Da clip hold more than 50 sueeze it untill it's empty
She fucks me until it's empty 
Then walk me to the kitchen
Then french kiss me__
 I'm finger

drove by your baby mama (Yea)
She blew me a kiss
Can't hide that cause we know
We go back like ringtones
From shooting dice on the east coast
To gambling

Lady Heroin

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and mad hurt
That's when this fly honey walked up to me
In a brown leather skirt
She sat on my lap
She said, "I heard that you rap
Well, I got some

calling out Chris
You talking bout how you be loading them sticks 
But stuck to the seat and won't hop out the whip
You fly like a rooster 
I'm fly like

ones
Yo, AJ, cool, I got this uh, yeah
Petite watches uh, yeah
You can tell by the swag I'm stubborn
My gyal boujee and stubborn
And my niggas trap hard

you love the chase
I’m amazed by ya 
Baby girl you so wow
You my la di da 
La di da

Heaven knows 
Heaven knows you got the fire  
Why your lips they

the Bronx (New York)
You fuckin' with dimes and dubs, we serve by the ton (Serve by the ton)
I got a weight on my shoulder, I carry baggage (Carry baggage)

grazing and gasping
Pyramid schemes with a degree and a campus
All I see is ashes death by the masses
Still we keep it pushing that hope is everlasting
12

the stacks
You know where it's cold, we got brown in our racks
But tryna make a dollar, is a mission with the tax
Need me some commission, when I'm selling out

the taste of our goat cheese and milk
We shared our poverty, scared by reality, but our life lines were covered by silk
Until I lost a cow

The cattle were

Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon

I’ll see 

Girl you know 
This **** is not free 

Pretty brown skin 
Looking like Tweet 

So you know you got to
A call me 

By the way 
The south got

athlete
Smashin' apollonian took a bad bitch to see
A math and Smithsonian back when Bobby Brown
Ran around "Tenderoni"ing
I was OT with more kis than

brown hair and big blue eyes
And I thought
Hey I might ask why
Why am I here?
Who are you dear?
And also, how'd I even get here?
She turned back

the start
And I'd get captivated by her luscious curly hair
Creative in whatever style she choose to wear
Her lovely full brown lips come equip
With a soft

allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in high-rises, diving

Probably gone hate me for this, probably gone hang me for this
Tell em to kiss, on my ass while I am taking a shit, I’m gonna say what think
If you

now
I remember I was never like this
Use to run away from a baby kiss
Most hated baby like baby Chris
Most educated for the Benjamins
If you talking