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Yes Sir Yes Sir
I'm good everywhere that I go
They pocket watching that check like it's theirs
Never waste ammo don't shoot in the air
Oops in
on me and I shoot at you
You could be a duck stuffed too (for real)
And it ain't funny
My diamond my teeth yeah it jump like a bunny
Got too many lil
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
a second), were is the sack
You don't have to ask no questions just jump in the back
And leave your strap, cus there ain't none of that
Were we goin', it
One day, one day, Sir
I was walking along
I heard that special
Singing a lonesome song
[Chorus]
Oh, let the Midnight Special
Shine her light
Jump to ninety three. yes sir!
We're having a Heat Wave,
A tropical Heat Wave.
The way that she moves
That thermometer proves
That she certainly
the clock
Im otw just a skip a hop
This a new a wave you still at the the dock
I cannot lie im sir mix a lot Reserve the parkin I just want my spot
Go
you can't fit
If you ain't bringing shit to the mix, gotta dip
Next we got our muscle up
Test it if you want or if you dumb enough
I'm sauced down
was down on my luck lots
The point broke off was stuck in a tough spot
What's sought after the most is something I've got
I've gave it enough thought
We
a marvelous grip, it go down in this bitch then I’m busting that ho
He a crazy little man with a whole lot of heart, why they testing me like I don’t know what
Who got a quarter
Somebody got a quarter
Let me get a quarter
A lot of y'all just run your mouth a lot of y'all just after clout
I know it's hard
of state
Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight
Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger
Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga
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[Buckshot]
Comin for you
Jump through the window to your rescue I guess you
heard the rest do, all that rap shit but in fact it
Monroe
Yes, well I had a Mercedes just like his
I think it's beige and brown or, or was it the other one
The one that we take into town
Yes, sir
confronted by them badges
I was taught stay low and keep blasting
Po only know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price lawyer
It's five
confronted by them badges
I was taught stay low and keep blasting
Po only know questions that was answered
Keep a number on the high price lawyer
It's five
caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Classic
Folding under pressure when confronted by them badges
I was
for you
Paparazzi snapping shots
Writers making stories up
The proof they have is
not a lot,
I'm living life you all forgot,
just taking it
Day by day,
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
sweater I'm rockin' that shit but I swear it ain't ever get bloody
Stay on the moon like Cudi, fuck it, jump over it cause I got bunnies
Niggas gon' think
probably said I made it, hol time i'm just grinding
I've been going thru a lot, so that had put me in that deep end
I lost my granddaddy, yea that put me in
makes me jump
Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin'
That's the joint, that's the jam'
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the
Black
I expose
Then bring the ruckus sir
I want the smoke
And imma light it by myself sir
Life of a stepper
Versus
Devil and his helper
I sit atop the hill
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