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Streisand
Aura shine on q  It's a vibrant thing  
 Grew up a screw up
On top of that a few screws needed tightening
Shit is like bottled up lightning
This

at her house not her man's crib/ I said bet so we pulling up/ it was Halloween night we 4 deep but these dudes is tough/ me cl grinch and Mac/ already high

Ain't no way, I'm feelin' down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no way, I'm feelin' down
Would get nothin' if I frown
Came from one divided by nine
I'll

more
And what you've been gettin'
Isn't really fittin'
With the images and visions that
Used to tease the kitten
Fast forward to the present
Waitin'

sent for
Ayy, I never gave a fuck about a friend, though
I'm just tryna pull up in the Benz, though
Cutting loose ends like, yeet
Niggas talkin' sweet

her eyes, I'ma have to borrow your wife for the night
Grillin' some Q at the block party, gettin' drunk off that Hennessy
Smokin' hydroponic weed with

her hips the woman's working for tips
Hey
I'm thankful for the voodoo that she do
Cos when I die the grave will read Death by Snu Snu
Lying in a casket

Invite her to the trap, then she sat up on my lap
Told her not to yap, but then I saw me on her snap
She love me for my drip mane
She said just the tip

Aint no assumption you suck like a rat
Its way more than being the mightiest fightiest guy
Or moniest, the gunniest, or the funniest why?
Its gettin by

like it ain't shit
Drop it to the floor, take it slow, you know how it goes
Let me take a sip, grab her by the hip
Rubbin' on her clit, lick it up, make

love forever
Then somebody tip me off that
She was creepin' around with several men
I wish I could say I took it well
But I've been put through hell

bussin' fasho
Time go by we gettin' older and older
As I grow to see the world it’s getting colder and colder
Can’t be that nigga who always got ah chip

Y’all just  Soot now
Good riddance to you mumble rap bitches
Y’all gettin took out by my snipers and the look outs

Y’all got ya lil chips time to cash

smith & Wesson 
Sweep him right off 
His feet 
(Hey) 
Ima hitter like 
Sunny 
Red tips 
Ripping straight through 
Your tummy 
Have da medics 
Wrap you up

hell
I don't care about a double XL
But I'm still a freshman Oh well
Stack up because I'm trying to excel
Pull up in the coup SL
Fuck it if nobody want

cause the withdrawls gettin bad
I don't care, I'll laugh up in your face while you mad
We was chillin' in the Jag truck, smokin' out the pound
I'm finna

the pause on grace
(Buying drugs is a waste)
I pick up my weed, of course I gotta get waved
Fuck a Porsche, fuck a Wraith
I gotta get away
Tryna get fans but

a fuck, for the record
Once again it's Mystikal with the Chuck's
I'm back up on the scene with the 2 like a Viper
Get in so much war I think Im straighter

All Out

Silk-E

Urban Therapy

wit tip dawgs in prison
sure I rep, you should just pack up your bags and kick rocks
retreat to your rest, saving your weak collected thoughts
mind

a hundred raps and stay up past 1
And back up at it at 5
Just happy to be alive
Travelin' everywhere, gettin' it done
Second to none
Weapons are drawn

lentamente

Cause I'm the one with the gun

And I'm usin it for fun, run

Cause I'ma stun you with the tip of my tongue

Smokin a blunt passin it to the side

the Mac-10 out
Bat gon smack em
Chapter black, he blackin out
Find out
Find out why the fuck I'm the best around
Elevated by this chop that bring them down
I

The Weekend

Byron Bank

The Withdrawal

Shorty got that vivrant thing and it's so abstract
I hit her with that Q-Tip flow
Whispered in her ear, let her know if she needs something I got her

This my own tangent, my vantage point resplendent
Don't pretend you're steppin', I'm gettin reppin' Turbo-Vettin,
I'm Vetted, stole your broken bread