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in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't

shut the fuck up)
I told you I love you can you stop asking?
Sike I lied I lost attraction
Now she want to kill me like Carole Baskin
Just ain't feelin'

that nigga tried to run up on Tommy
Cause he see that up, told him get back
And I got me a chocolate bitch, yeah my bitch
Chocolate, Nutella not talking

Bro pullin' up, yeah, he ride with that blicky
I'm rollin' pack, yeah, my thumb stayin' sticky
Ion't trust hoes cause I know that they fishy
I know

up in a world where
It's kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used
To fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is

in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My

in fetti, bet it

Yeah, why your bitch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don't run up on me y'all
My little bitch is a gangster, she

see you pull up foreign with a foreign bitch right inside it

All I know is get the guala nigga, it's like 30 thousand in designer nigga
All I know

Babies With Guns

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

of traffic jam and murder scenes
Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees
Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries
Dog, there's

, thumbs down, stand up, guns down
Ya chance up, done now 
I'm tryna get my bands up, make sure that my manz up 
and if you got a problem, got no problem

they come around this way you getting stuck up
Did I stutter?
Run from johnny he's crazy
Mommy I think johnny has rabies
Save me
That lil boy is

them bands moving her body want me to spend em
So I throw a couple dollars but the rest is getting hidden
Said i love it when you pull up on me trynna

photocopies,
Photographs of blokes at bars with her and tonsil hockey,
They fondle each other, I think his name is Tommy,
And oddly enough I feel melancholy,
I

in a tree
Because the green is the shit that I see
Counting money my thumb is so sore
Finna pick up your bitch because I'm bored
Then she hop in

whack and my timing was off
Fuck her with nothing on but my two socks
This shit aint TOMMY this shit cost a-lot
Bitch I got money I got it on lock
Ran up

Since birth they counted me out 
I geuss they cant count to something I'll amount blue faces I thumb losses I never count   
Cus it's really a gain

dead in his Maserati
Tommy-guns hittin like we're on a safari
His mistress is hiding, She saw the whole crime scene
Baby gone swim with the fishes, Baby

One thing you'll never hear is "where'd my gun go?"
Don't at me less you really want some gun smoke
Sit that ass right there watch where my thumb go

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

Eat a bootie mean is like I've recently retired from eating pussy
You know I don't eat pussy no more I suck pussy and I eat the bootie
And I like

thumbs
Get money or you bum
Rob a nigga just for fun
Niggas wicked where I'm from
See growing up
I ain't have much
So I ain't give a fuck
Want the smoke

was not deserving my time, 

I don’t have the patience for these bitches that should be up on the corner, 
Especially if i see my time is right around

And she ride
Fuck is these little niggas talking bout 
Bitch we still wacking don't care when that karma come
100 round drum on that stick 
Tommy gun
Turn

your bitch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don't run up on me ya'll
My little bitch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya'll
Drive that foreign