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the toll
And do the limit
F*** it
I'mma bad boy
With no ceiling
To conform in
Meaning I'm so high
Pass the sky
Gotta reach for me
Only tell the gang
That I

calls
A journey's planned
I tell 'em I'll grab the fuel
So we can carpool home for christmas

'tis the season on a mission
To beat the snow
Got

appreciate beauty made by god
Now lemme love ya till my life expires

Cause you so cute everybody looks at you
Girls turn gay & boys they wish they could hit

Made in America

T-K.A.S.H.

Turf War Syndrome

2006

Shootin' jumpers as the boys in blue pass me
Casually
I pass cream to the crack fiends
The other day a first Lieutenant was moded
Started up the car

cross no lines
I only tell em' once, Ion gotta tell em' twice
She tryna leave with me, cause a nigga hit it right
I really love the check, so a nigga mess

Stick-stick
Walk in this bitch with a blick-blick
Diamonds so cold got me sick-sick
She said, back stage pass, can I get it?
I told her that she need a ticket

a slow student
Sick I thought you could tell, sick I thought you knew it
Talk slick get smacked in your shell, snail lil' goofy
Yo bitch wanna do me,

Stop Playing [Original]

Beema Monroe

I'm a G.A.W.D.

2014

the city
Got 400 horses with me
Tell a hater stop playing
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Aiiiii-ght

[Verse 1: Beema Monroe]
I tell em' welcome to my city

didn't pass it down
Oh bring some noise
Oh lift your sounds
Oh raise your voice
Go drown 'em out
Oh bring some noise
Oh lift your sounds
My serious boy
Go

just gotta close my eyes
I know time gon pass me by
I just gotta let it fly
Them my bruddas they won't fold on me
always stay ten toes for me
If I'm in

a pessimist
I'm peering past the people that are pleased to pass like a pendulum
People packed in the venue but 
Even that wasn't rest of 'em 
A party's poppin'

say nun til my shotta is free

He do what I tell em
He do what I ask
He know if he don’t then I’ll try to leave

Im jus too solid for mediocre treatment

trying to imply
You ain't got to be shy
You ain't got to comply
Tell em broke boys bye
Breaking necks everytime you pass by
All that booty got me thinking

Yeah crush that ho
Pelvis bone
Death by snu snu
And my bitch she sniffing that snow
Cut that ivory, it don't matter G
Anyway the only kinda white that

don't turn me down
We got music we got weed I know it's loud
No kap if Tana see dem boys I'm bout to skrtt
I'm leaving out
If I can't get up in this bitch

can tell you need a vacay by the way you move, aye
Poured up some goose, but she say she want some Titos
Kicked it with us once, now she wanna go where

attention to signs
I find they all fine with just minimal rhymes
Tell myself I'll never be leave em all perplexed by me
Everyday go out and create my own

confused
Like boy where your grays at
I been trying to tell em'
My dreams adolescent
Ain't nothing could age that
Locking me down
But trying to contain me
I

Visions of a Silent One

Mr. Pookie

Tha Rippla

1999

shitty like some tissue
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon have it
My Visions of a Silent One release tha automatic
Let you have it wit tha

Flexin', she get it, she drippin' in fashion

Seen her feel like she the baddest chick And she seem like she can pack it in
Johnny like, tell her to pass

Fuck her right on cam
Cook a nigga quick
Stick'd like I'm Pam
All these niggas dying
Tell 'em go to hell
Youngin known to count that broccoli feeling

to taste approval oval purchase indoors by purpose
Some hopeless boys
Will get divorce
Some of em panties getting loss
She promised not to detox
I stand

even better tell him strike a pose
Fuck it guess whatever goes
Bucket we gone score the goal
Banging all on shit just like I'm bron bitch get up out

them niggas tell my I’m chosen
Don’t pass the blunt u less the Dozja is potent
They love my flow the way it’s going and going
I love my pockets how they