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High as hell in the stu and we smokin on dope
Your bitch in my stu and she givin me throat
Okay lil shawty she dance on the pole
By the way that she

bread
Let it be said
That everyone forgets their dreams yeah
But not me
Ima be big
Snap my twig
And i plant my tree
And im bright like a laser
Shot by

Runtz
I can tell by how she coughin'
Your bitch keep lurking my page, dawg
I think I got a stalker
My lil' brownskin bitch and I
Call her KeKe Palmer

Yeah this money switch up like weather, lil bitch, I'ma go make it rain
Got a glocky by my side, lil' bitch, I'ma go pop your brain
It's a rockstar

Turn me down a little bit more
Grrahh
Ohhh this my jam
Ran up a bag now I'm shopping in France
Begging for your life lil nigga no chance you slime

that lil hoe mine
Put that bitch on a pole, she bringin' me racks by the end of the night You can fuck my dawg while I'm gone, just don't look him in

and focus my skills for other things
I took the steel wheel, I'm steerin' in other lanes
But my fuel on low and my oil need to be changed
Amongst all

Just take all this in, I know you hear me right
So whatchu you waiting for just be by my side now
I know that you've been feeling down in that deep

Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Class of '06 Mixtape

2005

the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with

this grill
If I'm hungry you losing your meal
No you can't stay at the crib lil' bitch
You better go 'head get a uber for real
And you been talkin real

me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own

an escape (He got caught by the feds)
Just sent my momma some lobster and steak (Momma good know she fed)
Hoe asked me for bread so I sent her a cake (Yeah

thought was on my side
I know you busy but god when is it going to be my time
So close to giving up but im tryna keep it together
I know lil bro lonely

foreign
Spend a bag on a lil foreign
Spend a bag on a lil foreign

A foreign

I pull up on my lil foreign
I take her shopping and touring
I live my life in

me 
Don't gotta blast for me 
Baby i ball and get cash like an athlete
Dont play by the rules cause they say it's no touching
I'm grabbing her ass

by eight
Love lock
Open up the gates
For your love
Girl I'm running a maze
Entertained like a damn arcade
Babygirl I ain't playing no games
See

to the devil
Having toxic conversations
Need a angel by my side
Having trouble contemplating
I need help with my thinking
Lil D from the Deep End
I ain't sinking

Gotta get my hands dirty, pull that mask out
Get caught by King Von, boy, you assed out
See, I'm tweakin' again
Lost Jarrod, I can't see him again
Now

lil bish

Baby I'm back in this bitch play I'm back by  the kid baby bash  
Tucking it fast, hiding the cash in the safe and hear 12 pulling up my ass

Check
Check, check
Huh
Gotta loosen up, gotta loosen up
Yuh, it go
It’s for real though
History grows
One, two, three, this what I chose
Years pass

she a demon
I need a bitch to remove the in within insane for me
I'm way too young to be kicking the bucket my nigga you know I'm a king

I'm in

some designer on ya



Finna look a lil’ finer on you



Babygirl finna slide on ya





Baby I don’t need no bitch to give me neck for Jimmy Choos

serious niggas (they up)
But his nephew Tez around surrounded by broke, serious killers (they up)
Tez pull up like, "Damn Unc let me holla at you for

All these niggas say they for me only for me on the way up
Now these lil bitches love me it's the money and that ain't love
They despise me