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../Shouldn't fuck on dat bitch when i seen her coming 
Smokeing out da hotel I hear it thumber /You know I'm fucking wit you I'm on yo bumber /
Now why I'm

the sweater
I'm smoother than butter bitch this some new leather
Put my watch on now I gotta check weather
It's raining, it's pouring you niggas is boring
I

I stayed down, now it seem like all this shit flooding in
To reach your hand out is disrespectful
If you ain't talking money nigga you should just

I Got Cha

Queen Pen

Conversations with Queen

All this bad chat got me kind of vexed
Y'all been talkin about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next
It's all over, I'm shuttin y'all down
By

looked so different
When doing songs I tend to find her as the subject
I guess its safe to say that I ain't let her go yet
And being stuck on her I did

So, this song should have been
Out back in like 2020, 2021
But, shit happened
Everything was all over the place
Shit got delayed and what not
It's

I could probably flex like
"Where are all the rappers
That you said hype?" (Where?)
Nowhere to be found and now my set like
"Hold the culture down"

piling
Foul all day on how hard I ball
Nothing but rim liners
-
Misses dont come by that often
You gotta fish em outta herem
Some folks say that I lost em

make a name
When there's nothing really for me
People say they got your back
Bruh that shit is real deceit
Never put in all your trust
On all the things

to do
When you ain't worth the talk
Like fuck that shit bro
What the fuck they talking about
Gat to sell drugs
Just to get this racks
Now you know why

Nothing like none of you bitches
The doc wrote my birth certificate in calligraphy aye
And I'm so love with the bag
Cause I know that it would never put me

raised a billion dollars but Divide by twelve
Fuck lemme give you wealth
Fuck where the fuck my wealth but I take that bullshit currency
Currencies

plans are dead now
I know I'm making my guardian angel red hot
Floating over my shoulder saying you bet' not
On my soul I'm cool, my third leg not
Beats

my exes mad at me still, ain't nothing changed
They current dudes playing games, I guess they Triple H

Am I really that calloused, burn the track

Music Makes Me High

The Lost Boyz

Lords of the Boards

1997

City Boo
 as we continue to bring you the flav
 represent'in L.B. 
 from the cradle to the grave
 now how's that, one time for your mind
 but when I

cracks, before the fucking cops
Shootouts nigga, that's how it go down
In your hood, my hood, in every town
Remember what I told ya, stay strapped like

looks, now dumb-a-fied
See, James Tyberious Kirk, already spoke on 
It's what you do with that sorrow, determines if you a waste
Go on
Of insight, though

something like that
You got to lose all your crew to realize that you whack
Ain't nobody gonna fuck with you now and that's a fact
Homie it's sad, you all be

they gone trace it
Im sick of whites folks making with these funny faces
Assuming by my skin color, that I'm just another male thug
Who tote a gun

witnessed your journey to hell
That lonely temper crawls, the loser's the first one that falls
First you feel pain then you feel nothing at all
The chains

Kid F, a mothafucka
Predator, Not glover
Here to snatch
Pussy, money, weed, and mothers
If it get ugly
Bare face, No scully
Watch that n***a run from

you love?)
Brother gone, mama stressin', I couldn't handle that
I took it all, I'm by myself, it wasn't no turnin' back

Hey, you told me
If I gave

if you believe it, I'm like characters on Ripley
Belief in my Self, the spirit of a gypsy
Take over the world, only paradigm that fits me
Have to be

now I can say that I done made it through
Lemme update my portfolio,
She like the way that I shoulder roll
She like the way that I roll it
She twerk