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boy B-O-I and weigh less than your bitch
But only Celph could do that, he likes 'em fat
J-Zone don't be lovin' 'em, motherfuck no
Tell 'em, Dooky: ""I

put the weed down
But I love that Mary Jane and by this time she love me now
I walk in the bank smelling like the Za pack, got them raising they

You get mad won’t tell me why
This back and forth I don’t even wanna try
Ay, you fooled me twice so its shame on me
Always tryna put the blame on me

introduce myself
I’m laid back high level, still won’t settle
Half a century, still top shelf bro
Worth a few mil, but the boy worth more tho
It’s casualties

and get it back, you know it ain't nothin'
Hunnid' somethin' shots comin' outta' that clip
Move, look, run, cuz' this glock got a switch
Tell her "Get

They shoot me, should be my theme song
The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone
But that's what you get for wastin' em
Hop in your

Keep looking at the skies thinking "what should I do?"
"Do I make a dirty living out this jungle I'm through?"
"Point a gun to a nigga, and then tell him

Shawty gon' mask the fuck up
That’s on everything
Bitch, I was 15 years old wit' a felony
I'm in the strip wit' the hooligans, huh
If Cal don’t shoot ‘em

Pasta

Preditah

Fabriclive 92

2017

Tell 'em "domme jongens in je stad" (ayy)
My Dutch bruddas bun 'em like kush, ayy
Who can kick the riddim like man? (who?)
Rich, living lavish, that's

with
Them all new dishes
His tapered as Jeans matched
The Alt Blue sixes
Cause he good at pushin rock like Rod
(Who?) Strickland
And the dope boys love

You say this some loud, but we don't hear nobody choking
Bet you get hit by a law and they wouldn't even know it
The game is to be sold, you talk

why you clocking me
Guess by now you done ran outta options

Gave em a inch and they beg for a mile
Hung one time now they jocking my style
Ain really

the gas so it
Might be a lil' generous
I c's like a class, nigga, read the syllabus
You and a bitch
Tell me what the difference is
I mix the Viv' red rag

we blowin gas
Ladies on E flashin tits. Aayyeee! And showin ass
Inticing, slicing, dicin em thigh high
We off that goose. They sippin Mai Tai
Stuck.

(huh)
This the College of Knowledge boy we know more (huh)
Y'all can smell it the air when we teleport (vroom)
How you gon evolve
Taking daily lessons

on a weekday
Wish they took their anger and slid
On every nonce and every man that's put his hand on a kid
Round 'em up and treat 'em worse than you've been

retros
Bah-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Lets go, tell him ready set go
Check got te TECs on decks by the jets ho
Fuck 'round and let go
One through your neck ho

and growing pains
Now I gotta raise the boys and show 'em things
But they never wanna listen "you're not my dad"
I know, but someone's gotta tell you life is

stranger things it's a doa

Asking god like the where the fuck my fame he said boy just wait
Baby looking smoother then a frame I might just conversate
I've

preserved Gods grace still a baby though
Back in da field against a hunned by my damn self
400 hunned bodies think I can't Get'em my damn self
Dis sh**

dot straight beaming
Pour wok in the lobby that shit got me leaning
I can tell by the vibes someone in here scheming
I can tell by her eyes that shit

the one neither baby
Go head tell em

She said she wanna fuck with a real side nigga
Ima give it to her bae we keep it lowkey 
She be ridin through the city

I ain't with it boy, fix up ya' tone
No, no, no, no

I know some killers that caught 'em a body
And then they got, low, low, low, low
Snitchin'

told them that it's fuck em all
Codeine dreaming boy you better not wake me up
Ain't tryna run
Ain't tryna run