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and ain't trying to find her
You're not minor so little mama I'm gonna name you
Queen Koopa for the night tonight I'm gonna claim you
Picture your leg lifted

You sign up 

My crew 
Na dragon 

By gone 
No b bye gone 

If u buy gun 
I go buy Bomb 

Your snake move 
No be python 
(millipede) 

When we make move

inside my pocket, I ain't talking M&M's
And with your bitch so much in common, I am not no synonym
What's gotten into him, what's gotten into M
This M.D.B,

or a masterpiece
Sample chopped by Fresh, he threw the pass to me
With slaps hard enough to get us banned from an academy
Keep my wife's name out you're fucking

Yeah, judge a people by mistakes, do you do it well
When you hiding skeletons in closets like they Annabelle
Reinvent yourself like Dr. Jekyll when he

enough to get y'all all invited
Please don't ever put your heart up in it I'm meeting feelings with a awkward silence
One call niggas all was sliding by

Lil' Jesse
SodaAveYoungin', bitch, we toolie gang-steppin
We gon' air it out, if we get to lookin' for you

We gon' find out your whereabouts
Don't know

a hundred niggas deep
(what's poppin' nigga?)
Just to show niggas they don't
Want it with the G
XFR, vest kevlar, get your chest wet, nah
Nigga I'm aimin'

Song: Peaches 
Written by: Jesse Pringle 


Her name is Peaches
She walks with an attitude
Mansions and beaches,  she do what she want to do
Parties

I say cheese CCG
Sending you my ETA, on the way, CYL
Close your mouth watch what you say, I don't play but anyway
I keep a black tee just to hide

East Coast

Statik Selektah

Extended Play

2013

coast, East East coast

Yo when Snoop and them was kicking buildings down by your fucking house
Most of y'all was fucking quiet like a church mouse

the Mucinex monster
You just a kid I foster
Thinking I'm your sponsor
Smash your jugular
You say my name in vain, go read the teleprompter
Doing every single

what it's bout)
It been hot out, still ain't see a drought
Shopping for some pounds
(Pounds)
Bitch i'm pillow talking
Trapping out your grandma house

You see me through the fire, your unprepared desires 
Cause you are the reason I am here, but we know
We're on our way
We're on our way
We're on our

n****s go crazy 
100 shots for the ops 
All my n****s go crazy 


1st Verse (Streetz)

A n***a disrespect my name hope he walking with angels 
Cause my big

lil' Dee got rid of his semi and got him an L-O-G
Shoot at them boys like CP3
spin them all around like a DVD
What's that sound?, me and lil' ruthless

Louis
Carlton Wade, Kit shine in Mephis
Mike Frost, J-mills, Srappy, Trillville,
Rap-a-lot, O-zone magazine what up JB
Mowoods all access DVD I got you

times do I gotta prove myself!?
do I really gotta battle EM and Lose Myself!??
106 The Fight Klub Smack DVD
a classic CD well at least it was to me
what

just to have my kids
You got bros full of cap like they working at Lids
I know your bitch, yeah I think her name Liz
She fuck with me ‘cause she tired

the real one
I'd say when you die
Nobody remembers your name

I'd just tell you that you're just riding the ground
I'd say this is it, babe
There's no heaven

Iron the wrinkles out my scrotum, wear it to your function
I am not aroused by simple plowing or thrustin
Can’t cum unless you use my balls as a speed

show
If you see right through me
Let me know
If you see right through things
Keep your both eyes closed
Sitting down to have a talk with my ghosts
All my

at the oscars
You gonna see I don't gotta tell you what's happening
They never had a purpose your drive is more like an accident
Said they want the hits but every

sitting London like what's next
Then I realised that  I am the star of my own movie let's get these cheques 
Dad body and plaits that's me
Still got baddies