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Yeah yeah RMC let's get this man

Fuck on a Thalia, a Thalia
Told her when I make it she gon' suck while i whip an Italia
458, La Ferarria  (La

Man he told me to keep that part
Though that's the craziest part
I should start it off with a bird call
That means we roadrunnin
Brodie said he need

the wealth
Sometimes I don't want to be rich
But sometimes hate being by myself
I'm telling all kids go and eat yo veggies
Get that green for the health
Now I

Breezy, need no guidance (Yeah)
We don’t abide by the law
If he keep talking we break off his jaw
Cut off his legs, he can’t walk
You wouldn’t believe half

leaving no evidence 
Roll up some gas i'm smoking on elements 
762 my niggas they poppin ya 
When you the man can't nobody bother ya
I see through the fakes

I'm there, or if I'm not, my entourage will take your brain

S eight ain't never play with Fidgets, but we spinnin' by his name
I did it boom, but he

got 1 track, hair line receding little gay fag

After this drops he's probably thinking by then
I need to pick up a pen and then contemplate Revenge

La La La Land

Robert McAtee

Impasto

2014

Cat scratchin'. The dog is awake runnin' with tongues on the ground. 
The sound of ummm and ahhh. La La La Land. One man band. 
Sand on her feet.

can drop new staff like Carti (yeah)
Man don’t walk on my block, cause my choppa sing like Scotti (Cudi)
I’m toting and riding around with some tati

imperfections, every saint is still a sinner, don’t wake up in the morning lying to the man in the mirror cuz he knows it all
And if you fall then that’s OK but

Whatchallwannado

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla: Screwed

2000

I'm creased down in my polo
I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist

by
Identity crisis
Alone with my vices
How am I suppose to live when I don't know what my life is?
I wanna make a change
And yeah I wanna be righteous

Can you make me some Bou Lou?
Said come on now, pass the Bacardi
Hit me up with that invite
And imma be last to the party

Whoo!

I don't even think I

on her like Carlito
Play with Peaches Mario
A slumber party sorry no
Sanitize me bar of soap
Don't ask me why we can't elope
Eat me like a cantaloupe

a bad bitch too
We don't have no missed ques (Never)
Grinding on my H belt and my dick too
Looking at my wrist ooh (Ooh ooh ooh)
Grab her by the waist

gonna lie
I'm a greedy nigga, mix my frappe with my fries

She took away my soul, bitch, I feel like I'ma die
I'm all out of nut, man, I need to resupply

im like Ann fucking frank
I'ma bend you 90 like the 90's that I crank

They look at my ass, they say damn, that's a stank bank
Asian man on my ding

you corgi
I don't bang with a pig, since a kid
Man not even porky
I see you trying to play it cool
Til the flame torch scorch em

Choppers In My

stripes 
So wipe the smirk off your grill we can all build
Instead of catching lead neck shoulders and head
Get enough from these murdering cops it don

on the party 
This hook like sway lee kickings the beat like bruce lee 
Ha
My lil shiwty you know im the best, you know i got chips 
You know,i got chicks

What am I afraid of?
This is supposed to be what dreams are made of
But people I don't have the time to hang with
Always look at me and say

Those brothers is dead
I don't even like what they said
What are they talking about man
Tell em' again

Listen homegirls let me talk to you
Girls may be

know it's hella bitches in the party stripping on poles
Acting naughty by nature they hate cha when you sipping on bo
And I be sipping on foes
Pro active

but I look even better
Walked in with ice like I'm changing the weather
Day by day getting better and better
I bet she and fan I ain't even met her
Said