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the wackest songs
Our shit be better
Remember, you act up, you will not win
Cause then I'll begin to smash you
With rhymin', rhymin', rhymin'

Criminal minded,
made up of stardust and the connection to the universe

[Verse]
We are made of ancient stars
Traveling through time afar
In the night we see our past
the last album
Don't smoke weed or smoke the seed when I blast barrels
Clap Harold in the ride with cane
Nigga's get burnt lyrically I'm supplying
by the Madonna
Reborn now I dwell in Agartha
Bermuda Triangle Atlantic Ocean
From a time capsule a hand crafted potion
Sip Everclear in the lighthouse
the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with my feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads up to the Lord
I have
Woah Woah Woah
Been awhile since I been in the field
I was gone, needed time to re-heal
Imma prince and I'm feeling like Will
Finna run me a bag up
Wanted to be all up in my Mix
It's no wonder I was so Hard
I came from a farm
I was raised like a hick
Hot females is the only Reason I'd watch chick
at the starry lights
And picturing what it's like
If you were by my side
And we could stay up all night
Talking 'till the sky falls dark
Watching as the sunset
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
geeking off the pressure, I be rolling wedding tree
I ain't roddy, I ain't choppa, I'ma walk down on the beat
Bet my mans up in the charger, leave the marks
Push in the key
Leave the city
Four or five days
Spent by the sea
Wife and me
Here we go
Round the harbour
See what their
Shops can offer
Play
to the house and bag it up
Make that money and stack it up
Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
I can't tell you how to run yo' company
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
to the house and bag it up
Make that money and stack it up
Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
I can't tell you how to run yo' company
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
said this before in this same interview
I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough
Or persuade them by hook or crook
To get more aware
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TrackMaster Entertainment in conjunction with Violator Entertainment
Bring to you... Foxy Brown
The album

"What the hell do
for that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get over here in a short, 'cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
do you mean by that bitch
Get four fours, get the front whip
Swimming jazz dripped in cum bitch
Saucin all day, right in front bitch
Ah is that water?
cautious
A rich target
For the oval office
Cuz i been livin lawless
The price that its costin
Ill end up in a coffin
The righteous are lost in a light
From
get up
Run down, drive by, flock him and split up
They see them sheisties and they got to duckin'
Thought it was sweet, he ain't think we'd touch him
And my neck full of Grammys 
Everything I do hammy 
Bring it back to the family 


You can tell by the line up 
Everything I got on is designer 
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