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lil nigga
If I want then I can find you
If I'm on yo ass they on yo ass
Be careful I might buy you
Then watch Pd find a nigga
In the bayou
By you

And the youngest one braggin' like countin' up his wins
While the other two threaten to kick him in the shins
Old repairman was working on my house
Touching up

times 
Nothing to say Nothing but sighs 
Butterfly wings mimick eyes 
Remember sipping st ides
Sit on steps and kick rhymes 
The E-train pass by 
Watch it

Taking your time but I swear you can't stop this
Wait, let me drop kick
Finish him mode I promise haters drop quick
Yay, like a switcharoo
Grabbed by

French kissing like they ass From france
Hol up
All I 
All I wanted was a chain
Since a younging all a nigga Wanted was a chain
Fuck a wedding ring 
All I

that you talk
You know what you got because you got what I want
We could go strolling through the park (Oh yeah)
Kick it after dark
You know we'll have

getting lean, no tummy tuck
Bars got a kick like punter, yeah we ballin' up 

I'm balling out, I pull it out (yeah)
Shining all bright like a light house

Griselda type beat begins to play
Ayo ayo
(I put on my
I wear my
Put on my)
Wet dreams of selling white
Got me bricked up by the once
The smell

YEAH
Mehn I'm JUDDEXX by the way
RHAY
I shine brighter than a candle
Well there's nothing that I can't do
See my grace too much
They can't handle
I

french vogue
I need her info I want that info
Is she a nympho Can we kick it like shin bone
She runnin it back like toonami She got a tsunami on her
Her

Watch Out

Knoc-Turn'al

The Way I Am [Amended Version]

2004

stuck with her hands and feet tied up, huh

[Knoc-Turn'al]
When dusk kicks and I reach the club it gets exquisite
Not even giving a fuck about your

kick what
The way I was robbing
I ain't talking about beats what
The way I was rotten
Damn
Mais je les aime infiniment
Ce pour ça que je pris que dieu

This city That I'm spittin in
Winter cold, so I got heaters in my mittens
Citizens treat eachother like chicken shit
Excuse my French but I gotta tell it

Don't you want to come to the east side
I can get it off your mind we can kick it by the pool on the hillside
Dip downtown converse we can sip a lil

at the palace nigga
I'm at chevron on Buffington nigga
Joy riding and hustling nigga
Fettuccine like the tropical cuisine
I'm on the nat by Mr. Everything
She

Took a L to the Face, (To the face)
Had to go change my ways (My ways)
Im a vet in this shit, I been in the game, you can tell by the way that I play

the volume up
Yeah
You've been studying all night long
Three more hours
Until dawn
We could kick it in your dorm
Sit your ass on me girl
I'll teach you french

a glint in her eye
A kick in her step she had bruising on her knees
She had bruising on her neck, yeah
French bitch, rail thin she smelled of cigarettes
Red

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

quite at home there, there's a sty in the right one"
At zis gay badinage Ah laugh like a jackass
Pass by faithful Rover and kick him in ze knackers

Ah

(Rapped 16 Bar’s):
I use machine gun funk on punk with M-16’s,
Check out the mean North coast gangsta lean!
I slice fiends like the French guillotine,
Me,

the Spanish Flu, it started in out Kansas, Auntie Em
So kick my heels then kick your face if you say Kung Flu again
And please excuse my French: What the fuck's

with me, no, I know, yes I know
But fuck that shit! So pardon my French and English too
But fuck that also, 'cause I wanna hollow out my cuss words out

stick
You know that I rip stick

I let the stick rip
Don't get your shit peeled, yeah
I keep a French Tip, ayy
I'm on the seat, two-thirty, been