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Melvin
I couldn't even be there by yo' side, I miss you, Pawpaw Melvin
You had pasts and your daughter face, that's tears, I would've melted
But I'm glad I

she drop nn do uh hand split Don't ass kiss
Niggas suckers be going out sad
By these bitches that ain't never got raised by their father
But I'ma keep

Do What You Like

Trina

Loon [Clean]

2003

showin me love like muahhhh. Bad boys
Are quarter million car. Lona caked up you rollin wit a star. (that right)A rich kidd that toke
The biscuit wit

I will shoot em call me Curry
Niggas always talking always acting hella nerdy
And yo bitch was at my crib and she was givin me the slurpy nigga
How

[Hook]
On the 95
On the 95 (word)
7-, 7-, On the 95 (word)
7-, 7:14 and I’m on the 95

[Chorus]
Lookin for a path cuz I’m tryna make it work
Get up

to change me
How could you blame me?
For tryna to stay me?
We got Chocvillah on the beat
Y'all get crushed by eight feet
You niggas crazy?
I'm givin' that ass

should get the packin
No one ever got your back
they’re just cappin
When I pulled up in the lambo yo bitch sat in
And she like how my loui boots are satin

the way nowadays 
Fuck it I'm out the loop like I'm jumping out hula hoop
Classmates they been getting pregnant don't even wonder by who 
A nigga I told

to back bullets strafe
For the bag givin' chase non stop is the race
We are all interlaced all shoulderin' the weight
Reputable in the face of drama go

Stunna 
If I gotta call him just know he gon getcha
Hit up my brodie Javon nigga be hypin' me givin' me energy 
I got track after track 
I got bars back

less
Eat you like some panda express
I don't act kindly to your threats
Pull up, smoke you, like some cigarettes
Drive-by's hangin' out the corvette

your thong on! When you see this frosty organic green...
Open up shop like Tom Nook and I'm burning woods where you can't be seen! 
Don't text me yo if

For who gotta clean that shit up after
Why they label me a rapper 
 By the tempo of my poetry 
But now that pac is gone
He's a poet in your memory
I

team a mill
Picture if they had the same choice, they'll leave you in the field
Picture givin a nigga the game and they'll leave you in the system

nod on knees
Cause yo bitch is getting down she be prayin up to me
And I ain't playin god, I'm just talkin royalty
I am king K.E.A you can't get upon me

headaches
Shut tha flip up an just nob ona cob
Dress in all black like I'm bout to go rob
All got our rolls so stay in yo lane
Catching new money an catching

livin'
I guess that's the thanks I get for givin'
I had a dream

Wakin' about that dream in the cold sweat
Smoke this shit that's in my ashtray
Here about

Goddamn
Yo, this beat got me like
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Aight, let's work

Make his body spinnin' like a clown at the circus if I ever

Know i'll pop open his head like a flower in bloom
Get his pasty ass skin tacked up in my room
Fuckin wakin up at seven, twenty blunts before noon

them by my side, but they ain't really with me
i'm never givin' up, ain't nobody can compete
Always praying that cuzzo be careful in the streets
Big bro

Dexter
Put him on the stretcher
Ain't givin' no lecture
Stick yo' neck out, it get severed
Must win by all measures
Boss architecture
My nigga, we hittin'

Yo
I'ma do this for all the old school heads
I'ma just
I'ma bring up some old stuff
But still talk about God on some new stuff
Because that's what

roll
On da sushi
In pain composure gucci
Perfectly dirty da way dat she do me
Closer bring that booty
She be givin me her cooties
Cutiebutt star in my

a ice cube
Straight to the point you my haiku
I can't read yo mind boo
I prolly could if I tried but really I just do not have the time to
I'm givin