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of hundreds and a glock on me right now
Chop make a nigga dance, watch him do the Charlie Brown
Bitch gave me head good, had to tell her dumb it down
If you
take a straight gee
And put him down for the count 1, 2, 3
Needless to say I was kickin it
Cause I know when I'm the only one gettin it
But - ooh,
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
ain't hear it from Lecrae
If I die before I wake I pray to the Lord your soul He'll take
All these drunken nights are empty like the bottles that we
around your atmosphere
(It'd be easy) You can build a mansion sky high
'Til can't nobody see the roof when they drive by
But death'll hit you like a drive
gotta put you down to make they-self feel better
Black or white, dark brown or light
Short, thin and small, thick, big or tall
And I think it's a mess we
to see your Sunday best
When you're gettin' dressed
You're better than the rest
Its Sunday quarter past five
Brown skin beauty stood 5'5
Long black hair
they take the album
Take it home and start sweating
Why? Well, it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
To take KRS-One's title
To them I'm like an idol,
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Like I been so stressed, all this stuff on my mind
I mean it's like we go back and forth, back and forth every single time
By as much as Yanna
You like dancing?
What's your favourite insect mama?
Praying mantis?
I like that one
It looks like a stick sometimes
Whats up with you?
Trying
pete, don't f*ck around|Long wood, about a half of pound|Ask more, they'll tell you bout it|I'm a bad man like leroy brown|Huh, 'that ever hit
years since I started writing
Y'all can't dive in like this
Try typing for a hundred years
You cant come up with this
The way I'm going it'll take 100
Lynchburg
With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
Sit down for a second and take a trip through my mind
Now I know my head is fit for a crown
But coming up, I had a million things keeping me down
I
and beg man fi ease
And we nuh pump pon a fool like beast
Say you wanna take my life (come on)
Say you wanna hurt my wife
You just a wolf in disguise
old, I bet he takes it
We thought about giving a fake name or a destination
But you so thirsty, you not concerned with investigation
Instead you in
this love as being divine
I've got a brown skin girl with some good designs
On her own right there, she can redefine
Don't know if it's lust or it's just
a young nigga living
You think I'm cheating whenever I go missing, but trust me, baby, I ain't fucking with Women If I ain't with my bro, then I'm by myself
shit you can have the Bobby Brown
[Hook]
Ok the trap on smash, boy we getting cash
Speedracer kush pack, I get it off fast
Boy Im on the block, Nigga
The news too hard to handle
The world is so unbearable like wearing socks with sandals
I'm lover not a fighter respectable to women
I ain't Chris Brown I
me just take control
I write a rhyme, put it on wax and let it go
Just like my problems my nigga fuck it let it go
Niggas spend they whole life tryna
and uncleanliness
Ah, men, women, children
And all the dogs under the table, if you're able
Eat your crumbs, lick your plate, say amen
It's oh so good, so very-very
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