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kinda
Cuz with a queen you gotta drop the "bitch" if you gon find her
APS come through with the smoke
EFG always like when I choke
In the Back 9 AG up by

hand hold up
What I do turn to fucking stacks
Real killers by my side they cut you up just need a text
Got credentials like a fed aye gold bars in my bag

(Forever)
Sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
Remind me of mama cleaning, word up (forever)
Grown Folk Music, you know what it is
Uh (forever),

Doin' Time In the Cypha

Mad Skillz

From Where???

1995

Inside the clubs, without the spotlights
Packed and tight like we were all doin' the bid
Fuck were ya from it's time to shoot ya lyrics kid
Yo flip

no Vibez (Call my name)
No Seyi no Vibez (Call my name)
No Seyi no Vibez (Call my name)
No Seyi no Vibez ah ah yeah

Mafi lo mi it′s not by force
I no

Draaisa msamelo ba robetse kaofela
Rollie don't tidy detect rick flair drip you can see by the flick of my wrist
I love my thotties like I love my granny

free from sight
'Cause ninety-six quite bitter beings
Like to stack the bodies high

The only way to ever leave is
Overflooded by the storm

Best of Me [Closing Ceremonies]

Classified

Greatful

2016

Grand, Skillz, Hip Club Grove, Shy Love and Buck 65
Jo also taught me how to make beats on the sampler 
I bought from SIXTOO and around '99 I started

again

Snuck back of the club with the pole again

Me and my niggas we bout it 

Yeah you know we valid 

Have the party to crowded 

Toss yo ho like

Intro(0:07)
Eyy ,Look 
Chorus
Pre-hook
Might as well start it by admitting i'mma show you all good time (for real, yeahh) 
Catch me around to town

when I speak it be all facts
Had to represent this track made by Platinum Statz
Platinum records only thing what I'm dropping homie
Something special I'm

future that tomorrow is in my past
Only been a sinner on those days that ended. Why? (Eyy)
Committing verbal murder I ain’t got no alibi
Got to stop

to bed
Make sure alarms are set
Damn it's only Tuesday
Gotta make it next
This life will give you hurdles
Better take them steps

Change Yeah
Back and I'm

Executive chic
She was mad rich
No face Botox or plastics
Booty didn't stretch like elastics
Body was a natural gymnastics
Juicy fruit Tropicana
You

the motherfucking bayou from deep in the south
Aye real ass nigga make these niggas want hate on me
I ain't gong to play wit these pussy ass niggas play with me you

I have to sneak my blade in
Get offended by a dap or hug from a random
Only give love to them same niggas that came up with the boy like a ladder
I

(Yeah)
You not gon' see me wearin' the same clothes 
Management up, shout out Abby and Kaezo
Currency change, yeah we countin' the Pesos
Fuck I look like

through the mud
I ain't ever give up
You can catch me in the club with a little Latina
Got that fever pull up in the all white beemer
Roll a QP just for

Was born to this
All I know is grind
Was born in it
Cleveland
Two one six
Tatted up you can't even see
None of my skin
My bitch you see me with
On your

I'm Rick grimes
I split time between people I love and things I hate to do
My feet are tired what makes you think I got the time for chasing you
I

is blue
I don´t care if you love me too

Some zombies walk around in Berlin
Leaving the clubs not knowing how to get back home
Many people have no

walkin' through the locked up doors,
Overseen them junkies in the clubs..
Walkin' by the lake and lookin' at the stars, think about the space with the Moon

change it 
She suffers from anxiety, and not even Xanies can tame it 
She tried to bargain with God, I'll serve you if you take it away 
Even though He

smokin’ loud, on some Stephen A. shit, aye
I’m her only fan while you got a paid pic
Imma call her ass Giannis cuz she out here freakin’
Imma gave her ex