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altercation I'm gone make it do
What it do chest be vested too I do not take the chance
Boy you not no shooter I can tell by how you take your stance
Slow flow

All I Think About

Bad Meets Evil

Southpaw [Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture]

2015

anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em

Left with no trust
For the mandem i got no cap
My killys ain't tight yuh nuh
I lookout the window
And check err'night
My darg might squeeze
Dat ting

What's the meaning behind this madness
Ain't it obvious
To fulfill my previous loneliness and emptiness

I spread my glorious serious furious ideas
To gain

spoken
Left for dead
All bent and broken
Rest forever
Wont be awoken
Bled to death
Stabbed by my homie
Frozen stiff
I cant get up
Lonely listening

i snatched her away from you she loving it 
nigga she ain't coming back
closest full of clothes
i don't give a fuck  i'm wearing black


where

Until I decide it’s over uh

Bitch I grew up in the city 
Where no body feel Pity 
I was slaved by government when you was listening to Diddy 
I was

the crooked type or a criminal
Hoping this the end of looking, hooking ups minimal
But it's so simple 
Mommy got the light when I'm in the dark like I own

sticking dick to this broad for the simple fact that her baby dad hate me
They giving niggas free money you still aint came up
Sitting round a circle

crew[00:51.13]Dripped up, sticked up, sticks on[00:53.17]Seen niggas get it off minute phones[00:54.69]We came from the Tel aint no right from wrong[00:56.27]You beef

and that fussin
Bitch, I'm bustin' in the function, buzzin' off the skunk and
I just bought a 8th of gas and got it from my cousin
Got bitches by the dozen,

In the back seat make it everlasting got to keep it simple baby doll we smashing
Cause your body got me going crazy, I'm just glad your my lady
Now let

(no)
Smash, dip (dip)
Then I go do it again (again and again)
Bust my nut
I'ma be gone by the count of ten

They ain't hoes if you count on them

Sagat,
I'm up against these ropes,

And ain't no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are getting heavy,
It's fight or flight you know how that goes,

you don't love me, you can hate me, I don't give a damn
50 in my right, 20 stacked up in my other hand

Told your teller I'ma fold it up, no need for

Sex Type Thang

Juggaknots

Clear Blue Skies

2003

Yeahh
Check it out
To all you shorties acting fly
This goes out to you but check it out one time

It's like that
It's just a sex type thing

If you

(Is that a Danny G beat? yeah, turn it up)

Cruising on the East with the
Gang and a bad bitch and she getting money
She ain't nothing like my last

than willa TC representer
Known for spending big spitting about  50
Plus Im quick to ride and give it to you bitches
A low down nigga
Always have always

the crowd
I break a bitch
By just breakin' it down
Look at the mountain
She comin' around
I don't take no time off
Look if anything imma add to it
You ain't

right here that spinich
I didnt have nuttin i ran up a 50

Soon as bags touch down we by em all (5xs Repeat)

Down for min but a ngga back up
Wake up in

of comments
Forget about it by tomorrow
We do what god says
I to think about a lot of shit
The pain hurts so we bottle it
Get a check and then deposit it
Fuck

(Do you know what it's like
To be the chosen
To be the decided by
To be the unspoken
For a box that is not open
I wish, I pray
But there is no night,

comin'
Obviously you ain't got no motion, you be leg running
Only hittin' sevens, or better, I be head hunting
50 by my feet no Barrett, down to shred

Fuck Morry
Fuck Morry
Fuck Morry, yea
Fuck Morry
Fuck Morry
Fuck Morry, yea
You know you're a fucking idiot
If you got some money then give me it
You