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The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
Hey, Dustin, how ya' doin', bud
Ah, I'm all right
Ya' sure
Yeah, I'm all right
Well, it seems like somethin's goin', what's-what's up, buddy
I was
that pop corn bag
Shout out my brother, Burner
Shout out Chevy Woods, Ty Dolla $ign
Shout out my brother, JP, buddy
Brothers for life, you know I'm here
slowly do I shimmer
Doused in the fountain, I been moving mountains
My sounds have been countless, I'm all-out astounding
I'm out of the boundary, just
get my knife
Buddy, get my knife
Son, right is left and left is right
Your mouth for words your ears for sight
Your hands for working with the land
get my knife
Buddy, get my knife
Son, right is left and left is right
Your mouth for words your ears for sight
Your hands for working with the land
get my knife
Buddy, get my knife
Son, right is left, and left is right
Your mouth for words your ears for sight
Your hands for working with the land
Suicide top, leave the roof off the Coupe
I got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon' touch
He finna jump out the room
That fake shit wack, get cut off
Drac
grown his hair out
And bought a groovy sport
Coot and moved to Miami and changed his name
To BUDDY JONES) steps onto the
Crowded bandstand in his
Exciting
I saw her Sunday
Down by the breakers
She drove right by me
I was stunned to realize
That she was riding with
That dime-a-dozen guy
First
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
Walk by faith & not by sight
We walk by faith & not by sight, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk by faith & not by sight, aye, aye, aye
out
And got himself into a fight
Thank god I stayed inside
I could've ended up like that guy
Got a vid of my buddy getting kicked out
What a sight
I
know what to do
With them hogs out there fer shure, well, mercy
Convoy, sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here
So keep the bugs off your
were the shadow to my light)
(Did you feel us?)
(Ziro!)
(Long live the guys, n****, get money regardless)
(Afraid our aim is out of sight)
(Wanna see us)
up
You know he couldn't blow
The other had his job so uptight
He had his whole family
And his kids all out of sight
Tell me one more time now
set up
You know he couldn't blow
The other had his job so uptight
He had his whole family
And his kids all out of sight
Tell me one more time
I don't understand why you blame me
Take me as I am, it's the same me
We should be (yeah)
Senseless sight to see
Yeah
Senseless sight to see
don't know buddy
Keep an eye up on that guy, I don't know buddy
If he reach then he gon' die, diamonds too bright, I can't even check the time
(It's Mo
Waltzed into the door, at Duffy's Gun Store
Breezed up the floor, with my buddy Brenton
For us fun was checking out guns
The agenda today, one by
though, MC Marine is the name
Take rhymes to dizzying heights, the view here's quite a sight
Walk of shame my way onto the Walk of Fame
And tame this beast,
Blue and distant stars beneath.
“Quackkk... quack quack quack quack quack!” 3 blue guards giggle out, standing on a metal platform floating a tad above
mention I'm the producer for
Lordz of the fly
A grin is a proper reply
Why don't you call your buddy over
So I can introduce her to my guy
Hey B
By the way
just moved back to Nashville for the forty-second time
Introduced himself as "Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?"
He was back without a vengeance, he
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