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Do not hit my phone bro
Why can't you get this
My glock is like a bay-blade
Lil' bitch I'm bout to rip it
Cause I am what I am
A super lightskin

me a kind of familiar feeling
Take a sip, embrace it
Drink it up in case it
Is just a one time feeling that you have
You give me feelings like a hot

my phone, named it temptation.
Shawty call me on the Facetime, ugh
We just need a lil FaceTime, ugh
I be busy but I, Make time
Hug you from behind

Yeah Listen Learn
Can i please get a sample of cheese
And bread
A lil green stuffed in a cone
Just to ease my head
I hate to hear a person say that

dat za by da pack
Dont feel safe so i ride wit a tek
Now my ex bitch trynna come back
She love me cuz im gettin her wet
Hop in a wraith but i love me

Reminiscing that night we sipping drinks by the pool
Turn back time girl let's hop out LA get to Malibu

I just can't get your perfume out of my mind
How do you

you got
Them daisy dukes are like nukes
And you blowin' up the spot
Lil rob was right man
I'm feelin' the vibes
Ain't nothin' like these summer nights

you
That's what you get when you're fucking with me
Lil boy go sit and drink Ice T
But can't mix my sugar with your Ice T
And honey what's Tea?
This is

Drinking hen
Don't drink no bubbly
Roll a wood don't roll no swisher
RIP to all my niggas
I wish God would take me witcha
Pouring up like sippie cup
Drinking

Shoutout Ricky Aiken, that's my bro
Shoutout Farad too, that's his lil bro, shoutout Farad too swear he going pro
Nigga like me, I just sell clothes
I ain

ride around with that heater
Not aggressive but she love when I beat her
I ain't talking bout tongue when I eat her
I cop that drink by the liter
Can't

to switchin' soon as he left
Lil bitch was drippin'
Shawdy persistent
She super think- shit I had nothing left
Everybody left- she grabbed me by the belt
I ain't

by the liter
Saint Laurent all on my jeans, yeah
And Dior for the sneakers
I know you not wrong but you not right, right?
How can I be wrong if you not

studied, still was passin it
Now I'm gettin' money, I can't fuck up, got her back again
fruga pees, was sellin' by the O, like we was traffickin
Yeah I know

ain't
Scratch the serial look like I'm rubbing off the paint
Get so many checks I'm damn near living in the bank
I go by the face and I throw money in

close
Matter fact
Motherfucker you beated
Keep it real
I'm better than you chat with me
Feel the vibe Im in get a drink
Side by side you'll see
I

worried about our lil sykes
Still gotta fill our thermos type of shit to
Make me look up in the mirror

And just stare at myself i stare at myself
Don't

move
Yea im lil but im big homie
Dont make me send my dawgs to test u

Slide on em make em refuge
Gotta get it dawg by any means
She fucked on my dawg

we'll do a moon dance
See I got the blueprints they
Just got a few twists
I could take you there but first we
Might just need a few drinks
Probably be

The Joint

O'Town Boyz

02

2002

door
And I need to get her out on the floor
So get up on to your feet
By breakin you off a drink
'Cause you know what I came here for..

[Chorus]

Sing like Bilal! Spizzy, F-4
Sing-sing like Bilal!

They tell us sing like Bilal
Dance like Justin
Rap like Lil' Wayne before he got busted
Keep your

motherfucking nerd
Ale I don't give a F, lil' bro, yo, rap
A môj rap je môj bodyguard, ak ťa nemám rád
Tak ti v sekunde dá silnú bombu na bradu
Všetko

to high bridge 
Numero uno I get money 
Member of the fly kids gadget like spy kids 
Had a lil micky and a ride Slick with the word play sin city 

She was

of the Black Moon worship Heresy Mass

By moonlight
We are chosen
To pray Her
Our Moon Mistress

Smoking torches shines the sacrifice
Chopped off heads whisper