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And the hunnits’ left the seats with a blue stain
Double cup with the act
I’m rolling a pack, right on the plaq
Bad bitch throw it back
She sippin’

I'm barking, woof
Now I'm gone, nigga, poof

Baby, when a good girl's gone, she's gone forever (oh)
She's gone forever
Now you gotta deal with

neck, and then chews it, pointing at me, blood dripping right down her chin, cocks her head, then she does it again 
(Verse 3)  I left a bible in

shots in crunch time, Ginobili
Damn she so bad she just got a hold of me
Ion kno what's come ova me
I'm tryna have her in the passenger while she rollin

before I go to sleep, I'm not gonna weep. I'm gonna sleep, I'm gonna sweep

She said that, scrubbin' the floor when I left
But I saw her, after two hours,

don't get too many second chances
And I'm not missin' mine
Just me and the Trans Canada highway
Late night radio

Heard a song by Elvis Presley
Heard them

Forced to do it by the book
Even though I'm a rook

Incrementally, I'm instrumentally aimin
Straight for the temple
All mental
Why you faking like you got

pretty baby come on
well she moves her hips like Elvis Presley
I get her to my room say I gotta confess something to you my baby said I like it like that

Yo girl said i'm sexy
Like my name elvis presley
That's what she text me
She said it directly

Aye boy do not test me
Cut you apart wit the knife in

poppin
Elvis Presley know I'm rockin
I whip it up like it's magic
T-Mac the way that I'm spazzin
I like to make it dramatic
Hop on the beat make it tragic

think be an artist, focus anger find a target 
Now I'm crying in the chapel, Elvis Presley where's my path? 
Holy shit I'm overwhelmed Feeling myself,

I'm Leonardo da Vinci meets Monica Lewinski
Or a little bit of Hemingway fucks Elvis Presley
I've been linkin like pennies, ballin like testes
I go

, right
(Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley
Disneyland)
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight
Bright light
(Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev)

lesson
And I be in the ghetto like I’m Elvis Presley
But you wasn’t
Why you fronting?
Everybody got designer, man that’s nothing
Why you bluffing?
Now you

(love)
And I'm the one she thinkin' of (wooahh)
Take her to unknown destiny
She always bring out the best in me
Baby you're all I need
Baby you're all

shit get you right
Woosh nigga where buss it baby

What that mouth do
Bitch I like it sloppy
Nibble on the tip like she was teething
No pause she geeking

Brownsville Girl

Bob Dylan

Knocked Out Loaded

1986

Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore
To remember

of strong
Did it before I created this song 
I just made 3 off of 2 different phones
You niggas broke go and get you a loan
No Elvis Presley I'm bad

school cutty, grippin' wood (grippin wood)
On elvis presley boulevard to tha hood ( boom boom boom)
With two twelve's in the trunk on worship mode (on

with rumors, now I'm checkin' in a room alone
At the Heartbreak Hotel like Elvis Presley
Pressin' my buttons, but butterflies been replaced by knots
I've

I only speak the truth not a fucking fassad
I was made for this shit like the strings upon guitars
I'm the chosen one you can tell by all the scars

as a god of
Superiority and absolute divinity
I'm significant
Marxism is being used by the left to
Ruin this country and I can
No longer sit and watch this

You're like a vixen in a Tarantino Movie, you know
There's something hiding behind those eyes
Elvis Presley sang about you girl you can't fool me no,

she's won.
Tell them, tell them all that I'm dead.

You're eyes have burned a hole right through my heart.
And I...

Don't tell me you love me.
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