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knocking by the window
She just got a bad bitch and she through w her friends doe
Hit her by the side, I get it popin, that’s extendos
If I pull up

don't pass nothing, I got this
You could say you popping when you drop
But it's not this
I peep talk just to understand that I can't do radio stations

need for you to worry
Ain't no need for you to trip
You can tell just by her swagger
Yeah, you know she's stacking chips
Don't worry (Don't worry, don't

that, I wouldn't do THAT
But by doing that, I just proved that, I COULD lose track, and then do it back
Or even worse stuff, like prideful arrogant,

the dustpan, y'all niggas like some crumbs
Ain't no Super Mario Brothers, man, your whole life is done
By the way, I got my own money, so don't even ask you none

argue with no nigga
Who ain't gettin' no pape, my name can't mention
Just like a weave, the mags extended
Can't rap with me, this shit is ridiculous
Like

aware my whole presence
Is something seen in a sci-fi flick
I fly wit the squad or I'm by my dick
Watch me rip whatever I touch i'm so imperial

Alienation of a radio TV movie nation
No patience in this land of patients

Out of sight make that White House right
And you know what they doin' just

money on me

Took a shot just get by
Took a breath just to get high
Feelin tipsy cross-eyed
Not a chicken popeye
Pretty lady thick thighs
Suicidal so am I

This illusion in life, I'm never happy unless I'm screwing at night
Or got the music with the zoot with the light
It's just the roots with a nice

the haters keep it RAD, boy
Against the pride of Illinois they lookin' mad soy
The haters think they want the smoke but they just mad, boy
Need carressin' got

roosters
Payin' bills by gamblin'
I reflect off his way of life
It made me the man I am tonight
I won't go startin' any shit
But boy I finish plenty fights

I wrote a note to sir James explaining I couldn't sleep.
Can't sleep. I can't sleep. Make sure I'm up by 8.
I turned on the clock radio.
The only

aim cause the game wasn't playing
Just saying, I'm really the shit
Blow up a blimp
Cause I'm bigger than this
Know I'm a pimp
You can tell by the wrist

Justice is no good
People aren't behaving. We're misunderstood
They're not doing what they should. The head misled
Punk'd by another little toy. This is

before
My heart colder then the snow
Friends they always come and go
But brothers they lock in fasho
Switch on them i just can't fold
No matter what

the kingdom
Run back to first situation
Lame so don't pay no attention
Turn down by radio station
My head there's no competition
Trolling and fishing the reason

and it never ends and if you're not hearing Me, your just one of Hellen Keller's friends

Deadened senses help to lend a weathered hand to collapse,

Imagine it was just for fun when I started this
No interest in this shit just did cause my homies did
Well what do you know people think I got what

wanna be yo homie
Lover, friend, in the club to the pony
You should be famous babe
The way you "Put It On Me"
Poor radio stations around the world
They

and I'm so glad to see you again, 
surrounded by my family and friends
I wish tonight would never end

I celebrate you, 
You celebrate me, 
For tidings that

bad to Color Me Badd
From Big Wheels with my friends
To big wheels on the Benz 
On the first day of school like fool raising hell
We never played by

ears to the lot
My fears will run me amuck
By then I keep the world shut
I still go out to get it but my energies would in a rut
I wanna be a friend but

have a very special guest with me
The song you were just listening to
Were from his latest album, For Those Who Waited
A good friend of mine, a talented