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home like baby baby
I really need to know come save me, save me

Talk to me real slow tell me all the places
That you really wanna go
Cause i need

that shit don got addictive
I don't talk alot so I be chillin
On my momma hear me cry
But never tell her how i'm feelin
Nothin changin pillow cases

the work in the chimney
Talk about money you know I got plenty (yeah)
Smoking loud my oxygen
Moving weight call it out the gym (yeah)
Killers ask if the opp

I think I need someone that I can talk to
Suppose it doesn't really matter who
This old dirty windshields me a handsome view
But I cost myself

don see this world oh
So many things that I want to talk
My brother
I just hope say you hear my voice
Cus I don dey wait for you since early momo
Becus

down
Feel like everything has left me now
Don't talk about my problems
I just let them drown out
It's a useless part of living
Even if I shout out
Now

Dirty money in the hood we gotta eat
So they selling by the week
Everybody strapped it's like a key
If the feds pull up everybody quiet
Nobody speak
When

waste it little boy
Across the miles I leave the dirty
City of lights, creepy old lies
The radio talks of Ray & Lou Reed
A generation lost in space
And if

aim
Not with dapping niggas you the type that I would leave hang
Doing bitches dirty but they still gon tell me "peace king"
Walking in my shoes but

a living in a world where many dying
Responsibilities when your little baby crying
They wanna see you fail but you'd rather win
It's all a dirty game that

texas where they lean 
Talk with a drawl , prolly say y’all 

U prolly ask me what i mean, 
I wish u ask me what i need, 
On the other side of the track

yeah
Handsome gangsta when I got this fani I got the stick but I groove, ooh
Dirty Fanta, baby, my Atlanta, baby, I get that ass in the mood
Woo, woo,

ain't trying to be arrogant all I'm saying is
I ain't falling for these devils' dirty business
I'm saying this hope you pick up game playing this
Beware

and they're calling it repping
Man rep old school, no talk when I step in
Rep with a tool, they ain't repping at all
Man rap for a rep and they reckon it's cool

'em open
I wanna see when I peak my head in
Little boy with a dirty flesh
Think he need a cleansing (yeah)
Uh, my passport tatted up (Uh, huh)

tinted
Riding dirty, bitches in it
In the kitchen coke whipping
Ya'll talk it my niggas live it
Dealers love me, killers love me
Brooklyn niggas take

brewing
I'm thinking "Why talk?"
It kinda hurts within that
I've done hurtful things
There's still good in me
Hope God doesn't curse my sins
'06, addition

Erick Rowan
Cause all my riddles be cray
But I don't talk in riddles like Bray
Rockin' in a Rocking Chair
Rockin' a Fedora with some thoughts to share

in his mata
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a bunny, we gon' make him hop

O-O, let's do it like Wa, like Wata (Grrah)
Cook a nigga like

burst out my diva
Dem dey talk say dem no want my money
Dem dey shaky their body for money
But me no send cos I no be Johnny
When I no get why dem no look

lay a hand (Hand)
Wrap him up, put him in a pan
Cook him, leave him where he stand
Took him, blow him like a fan (Fan)
They talk on the net
But ducking

cos
My passion is fading out
Up early though I search and
Roam along this dirty road
Just another traveller taking a
Long journey home

All this talk

(Woah)
'Bout a hunnid grams in a Gucci bag (Woah)
I roll Za-Za-Za then I get slow
Dirty bitch and I ain't slow ayy, yeah
Riding down with my niggas
We came

cosigns
My clothes dirty slow mama, don't hurt me
I've been chasing God inside
Of them thirties cuttin' like surgeon
Never fell in love with the searchings