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DOOR
AND PUTTING HER WATER BOTTLE AWAY BUT IT FALLS ON THE
FLOOR. THEN FREDDIE COMES RUNNING OUT FROM HIS APARTMENT
ACROSS THE HALL AND GRABS IT THEN
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
On the stage everybody hold it
Down let's get it Cass'
Listen i got a Calicoe
So right off top I'll have
You chumps runnin' out
The door like Brizz after
regimen
To keep myself busy
Every day he suggested working out
But I know my body ain't built
For that there's Al, whose cell is
Across from mine he's
intuition
These are the days of our lives as the world turns
Back to life back to reality, no more torn
What you wearing on your back got you weighed down
him and walk away
This amazing hot day I went to see Barney from work
My briefcase in my hand sitting down on my skirt
The undergounds of the surface
twice
And we were Southbound and down with the wind
Blowing in our faces
We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking out a Haggard tune
twice
And we were Southbound and down with the wind
Blowing in our faces
We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking out a Haggard tune
appeal and seclusion
The signs on the street that said, "Deer Crossing"
Then I went out there one day
And the trees in the lot were chopped down
Then
I'm more than your average nigga
From that Maab
Lookin out the house with a bed
With a bullet in the way
That click your spine and now you crying
Cause
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
and welcome to Hurlingham
Park. You join us just as the competitors are running out onto the
field on this lovely winter's afternoon here, with the going firm
Born in the days of a criminal
Runnin' from the cops and can't
Let 'em see me so I'm hopin' out the Benz
It's time to let the valet step
Gotta make my
shit that get in the way
Houston we keeping it trill
I'm all about getting this pay
Cause I'm kinda nice with this shit
Shout out my area code
I'm
ability to foresee and
Forestall dangers from the environment
Out of fear
We also developed religion and various belief
Systems to comfort us fear is
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
catch a charge
Finna catch a charge
My feet planted like some roots
Turn over 3 seconds left
Squad down by 2, let me loose,
Man, I think it's about that
of the best
His River Valley Farm land
Stood out from the rest
Mr Herb and Ms Bonnie
Had three girls and a boy
Young Kenyon, he still lived at home
With Nancy
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
tryin to fuck everyone of these hoes that come through the door (Hoe)
Bitch I'm a boss from the top of my dome, all the way to the floor (Hoe)
Man this
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
mean, I feel you
I've got to keep on pushin'
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down
Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town
What I
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