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Nah, I'll be doin' me lokin, keepin' these bad bitches open
And keeping them wet yep, see cause Long Beach right by that ocean
Sippin' that gin
lies in the way
Appearances betray
This fatal beauty haunts you now
Blades creep in the darkness
Mother Miranda
I regret to inform you that Ethan
You know we smokin' by the pound
We shoot his block and run around
I got your shorty in my house
We just be tearin' it down
You know we smokin' by
I'mma blow your mind like that
Wasted hard
Done this to death, do us apart
I watch you fold like a house of cards
Kiss the old me goodbye she's dead
came out
That same old producer started calling my house
One night he called me about half past 12
I've got some cash if you wanna sell
I said you
of the big bad wolf
Not me
Not me
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Not me
Not me
Not me
Hmm whats this
A house that's made of real sticks
Ima blow this thing
of the big bad wolf Not me
Not me
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Not me Not me Not me
Hmm what's this
A house that's made of real sticks
Ima blow this thing
I'll never forget the time
That you caught me smokin' herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my
got a Gomez, Selena face
My grandmother seen me like
"How do that TEC work?"
Osama bin Laden, nigga, how did his jet work?
I'm still in the streets
I do
to teach me a lot
She kept a revolver I keep me a glock
Put that on her plot
Tip toeing to the top
Cold water flow
Game on lock
Built in fan
Name so hot
Ice
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
next summer
Cobwebs all up in my cupboard but my closet's pretty cluttered
Maybe I can be discovered by a girl that needs a plumber
Then I'll throw her
mind
That your enemies grow strong on what you leave behind
I built it up and the wolf he came around
He huffed and puffed and the house fell down
don't want another rakefire
In the house I built
With my own two hands
I don't want to be a letter
That was meant for a hand by the internet
I don't want
came out
That same old producer started calling my house
One night he called me about half past 12
I've got some cash if you wanna sell
I said you
dripping man
Just like the feet that tapped, "Take me home"
We'll be back when the stores are in order
The house isn't shaking
The king is elected from
then you can revive me and bop
Ay
Ay
You can send us to the moon and we'll make it back
Out of this world
We weren't built for that
And when we return
for they daughters
They sons
The one's really giving back
Homies that's giving game
Niggas ain't built the same
Number one reason my windows so tinted
that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston, dealin', boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Dre because I permed his
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
joy in chaos
I've got peace that makes no sense
So I won't be going under
I'm not held by my own strength
'Cause I've built my life on Jesus
He's
The Snake!
Your In The Water Now You Gotta Slay! The Wood That You Build Has Made Out Of Steel! It Has Been Stolen By That Nasty Witch! So It Has Been Built
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in
good I'm still here
Stop all that cappin' 'cause that
Ain't how you built, lil' nigga
He tried to rob me and he
Got hit with a missile
And I ain't
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