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half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
I'm sorry
You ain't ever had nobody pick you up
They let you down
I could tell by that smile upon your face
You wanna frown
Baby you could trust me
I
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
the good the bag the ugily
the money's around your way lovely
where for art thou Meth tical god child
I pack a smile like crocidile profile
until the cords in
Your neck stretch and snap
But best believe the three of us
Will walk away with the last laugh
Your stance to the canvas silhouettes
gonna smile in my face
Really thought I said when I was young
I was gonna be the man of the tri-state
Everybody said they straight up with me
I can see
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey
Mariah
I can tell by the look that's in your eyes
And I'm not surprised
You got to move on like the sun got to rise
I'm just holdin' you down
But
rocking)
Forever lit, pack a bag and pick a trip
We gone show our as from Florida
Texas back to the Sip (hahaha)
Loose lips sink ships (Shhh)
So we talk in
boy! That's right! You might even have to pack your bags and leave town! What do you mean you might join the Hell's Angels? Coy! Don't you hang up on me!
my mind on
Yeah man
This ain't Rome ain't built in a day feel
Man this that pack your bags hit the engine and road trip
This that pray for your enemies
frown when you see me up
Then got the nerve to smile
When you see me down
I don't understand niggas fuck it
You niggas in the hood are
Like crabs in
to the floor
Smile, wave, sip
When you see your old hoes
D-N-D the phones when you're working on a bankroll
Get that money, look like money
You the bankroll
leave
When all that bag gone
I'm coolin in the studio
Right now its just me duke and zay
I post up at the courts
I don't play ball like I'm the NBA
Too
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
daughter smile with my son
Live by the gun, die by the gun (gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made my bed, I'ma lie in it, mum
Yeah it goes down ,Chilling in London Town
Shawty come round ,Come check south
The weed make sound, don’t be a clown ,
Just smile don’t frown ,
poop?
Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe
never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teeth
I smile a lot, why not?
Fine girls getting eyed up, it's best to keep your eyes shut
Too nice to keep
with ya
I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
At least when you
Scenic route in yours
Make me smile
I know
Can't compare you to no old hoes
Dropped em all
You the one I chose
Always down for you
I'm staying ten toes
I
The trouble is now that you
Know you're gonna
Have to take your leave
See now's the time
When I put you in lime
Place you inside some concrete
Hide you away
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