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you on
I'll take one too DIshin' heat in 262
I got keys, you got boo boos Stackin up my parmesan
Catch me at a Papa Johns Check my roof, in my coup'

I'm Dirk (Nowitzki)
And no you can't drive my car girl I know you gone hit the curb
She know I'm the truth
They call me La Head I'm from the Lou
Had

of dating but I just want you to give a shit
About the boy from across the burb
Willing to scrape my knee on the curb
Just to take that trip to your doorstep

score past curfew
Turn few years, how I curve you?
This rap bitch for the streets, like the curb do
I was on the side, shit was thorough too

Stray

absurd (yeah)
Could get you whacked before dessert
You'll be tortured before the lamb is served
I handle birds like Mike on the roof, I'm likely

ya like a sniper on the roof
Lyrical bullets I'm picking them off
Sicker than liquor and pills when I talk
cnd I'm quick like hawk all on that water

up
Cannot be disturbed
She so broke im up
Now whos on curb
I been focused up
My phone on dnd
Diamonds on my neck
Yo hoe on top of me
Time is money then

you how, while I'm scratching the roof  
That, me is what you need to happen to you
Just a square with a goal 
Like a basketball hoop (what)
(Swish)

Black Yankee
Relax when crankie
Yack and stankie
Slap Frankie hanky-panky
Being friendly
She my fantasy
Roof off see palm trees
Feel the clam breeze

with the tea
Heard you with the rain
Snipers on the roof no red nose
Bullets making him shake no red nose
They were lighting up now they finna smoke

the next day you on the curb with it
Girl we on yo ass you ain't safe you know then birdies snitched
Fucking for some gas on the low that's a dirty zip
Turnt

chest tho
All my whips from overseas
Only impressed by a boatload
Stars on the roof
Suicide doors
Candy paint the exterior
Pulling two baddies same night

that’s my type of lady
Yo entiendo español
Si Baby
Cmon take me on a ride in your Mercedes
Drop top then the roof go down 
Hit the curb then the booty go

i'm under his roof cause the vibe always off
I don't even try no more, theres no life in the song
When we're sharing a space, cause i know he's never

ended sleeping on the curb
You protected me from so much hurt

Speaking to god
Seein my soul

Raised in the grave
Prayed for a place

Staying at home

to demonstrate
Supercharge no roof, when I'm sliding, it's like I levitate
They know wassup
So high like I'm gliding, this shit here wedding cake
That soldier

dog let's stack it up to the roof
That's a ounce and a half 42 like Dugg
Street credit 800 I'm in good with the plug
Hand to hand with them grams when

to the curb
B2K bitch you will get served
By a hip hop junkie bitch I'm way too funky
Lyrical mastermind
I'ma marketing genius
That's long dick shit
So they

to the curb
B2K bitch you will get served
By a hip hop junkie bitch I'm way too funky
Lyrical mastermind
I'ma marketing genius
That's long dick shit
So they

pinky up so my class different
The only I thing I adore is if the tag Christian
My life is full once the roof of the foreign coupe is missing

Baby girl

of my eye, I saw the view
Kinda hopped out of nowhere (zoom) a green blur
Rounded the corner, went over the curb
Yo, wait, is that driver a bird?
No way,

like a flag on the front
Ah ah ah
Walk around raising hell
Rest in piss to the fallen ops
You fucking wit 'em I can tell
Cut off limbs
Tongue on the curb

yeah you looking at a real one

I paid the price to get respect  I deserve
Reminisce on late nights that I spent on the curb
The way I stuck it out

wait yo damn turn.
Either you hustling, or you become that feign you serving on that damn curb.
Had to let it burn! Ain’t talking Usher, flame that woody