Lyrics:
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
QPs
How You Goin’ Touch Me & I Ain’t Local Brah
Take What, Rob Who, Boy Don’t Be Stupid
Don’t Let My Looks Fool Ya, I Was Bred By Shooters
I Was Outer
ain't talking no faggot shit
All of my magazines be melted because I shot out a plastic clip
The only reason that I'm on defense
Can't let my daughter
do not beat women i did
Not beat up my ex wife stop
You got beat up in court how much
Money do you want? Do you want
Me to relinquish my rights to see
Tryna rock these shows I be in Texas more then Austin
I ride with the cash inside my right hand
Tryna get rich then you find the right man
Did it on my
a pool
Party then another party
Then again a party then a firework a BBQ Ima
Live broadcast all that on my hang with
Q: When u made Get Rich or Die Tryin
do like John and let it be
Poet's poet but you know that I was po' as Edgar be
Devil wanted my soul, but the soul resurrected me, on God
Live by
Jackson, Grants, Benjimens
I can't sleep at night
Cause
When I close my eyes
All I see is dead faces
I'm haunted
By the root the of evil
You expect me
to do all this without my body"
Alan Watts
His last words
If we too can separate our lives
Our consciousness
Our being
Our "selves"
From our body
And live
was a beautiful child,
Dr. Abe Sacrabin sought to it that Kevin was trained by the best in all
Aspects of performing, his voice was golden
And had
Texas right to Memphis, built with ex dykes and glimpses
Of everything I hate, it would be great for you to skate off in a lake
A beautiful fate, I hope
something baby i'll pick up da phone
i can get 20 cases of my wet sean dean
weed,coc,ex,all wateva u want
yeah
we can take a tour thru my walk-in closet
Looking sick in a six
And some schweiz on my wrist
Now picture this
You got to blow, cause to many niggas out for Mr. Jackson's dope
Y'all niggas got
of righteous souls live like peasants
The mind stunts growth in adolescence
My insight enables me to enlight
The weakest of minds, and I put em in flight
to double back on my EX's
Fuck ten bitches at a farm yea I think I was in Texas
I stay out the way could die today don't know who watching me
Nobody number
bladder
Out in Texas seeing ass like, goddamn, it's way fatter
Can't be my bitch, she think I spend too much
Like, all I do is get money
I'm like, fuck
trained by the best in all
aspects of performing
his voice was golden and had a sweetness to it that most males lacked.
He moved with grace and was able
up all of my brain
By the way
You don't hear a single
Word I say
But that's not my problem
Jackson
Jackson
Oh where have you been
You been
I want
I
we can't live like this
We both know what the problem is
All these ex's and hoes
All these ex's and hoes
All these ex's and hoes
I got these hoes on my
Right now my ex Prissy is next door at her sister Pam's
I saw her get into the truck parked in front of my house currently
Walking out a few hours
These hos I run em off, because above it all
My life long dreams, have turned me into a machine
That means I'm powered by steam, struggling upstream until
They don't want me to live in the end of my block
'Cause when I get to the killer I don't stop
Partyin' with the ladies I pull in Mercedes you know we
your deck of lies
Dealing with you bullshit
And you flush me everytime
Over twenty-one and now
You're busted with your lies
All my ex's live in Texas
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