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the torque all I hear is yo exhaust

Zoom zoom zoom across the state line
California cup holder on the road glide
Never hit the next gear till I red line
110

need a record bag
cause I keep giving the plug all my cash
Smoke an ounce a week like there’s a whole in my bag 
Got your hoe in the back
I blow a hole

I'm in the world and I can't leave
And I walk by, lunch line
Handshaking in bay five
Wonder why they wanna lie
I pop open in third eye
I wake n bake,

time seeing red eyes they on me heavy
Gotta wait for the right time cut the white lines in a big body like a yeti
I told them to hold on
Its gone be

Up late, yea I'm just writing rhymes
Got a thing for losing change I keep dropping dimes
Think my favorite color red, I keep passing signs
Age like

laughing
Turned you on with my fashion
Won you over with the charm
Cuban link on my wrist
But you look better on my arm
You know what they say
Ya girl by

hearts in my doobie rolled
Truth be told
If it's pressure I'm gon shoot and blow
Pop a perky when I feel like i might lose control
All these drugs make me

plunged toward the sea
With a hiss
Swimming downward into the dark.

It guides them away.
End by a process.
Dazed until they break off
Into single

Y'all know I got that dragon breath
Every time I speak It tend to overheat
It's gain season
Bulking up by eating beats
Sharp shooter with my mother

Uh, big D-Nasty here
I'm bout to blow this track up
Fuck Brian, fuck him
And they all say
Leaves of three, pass that shit to me
I'll smoke that shit

and despair it's getting much harder to find a safe haven
When you're surrounded by hungry vultures and some greedy ravens
I could do it all but I choose not

tired of the scooter
Pass the glizzy to Wishy I'm a alley-ooper
Pulled up in a Jag, got chased by a cougar
We spitting this heat but it ain't from no

We’re driving all night and headin’ down south, where the weather is hotter
Gonna lay on the beach and bake by the sea, wash our blues in the water

Roses are red, violets are blue 
Your ass looks phat and I wanna feel it too
Pardon me miss, don't mean to get you confused
But Could it be that

had made the rivers overflow 
The water's getting higher by the day
I built a raft and waited for the wind to blow
I set my sail for distant lands away

a fat ass we call her Boobie
Go figure huh I'm no killer just a rapper by the name of Duck-Bo nigga
Kings goatee rock a balding game like MJ ball like

I'm gone bang, gone bang
Ole
Ok Ole
You talk a lot of shit but I ain't heard a word you said
I had to hold up, you trying to stop my flow, I had to blow

see it, keep my mind to the grind
Put my all into this, mandem had to get to know
Growing up you realise everybody ain't broke
Just addicted to blow
I'm

Gaining time Waking up at 99
Take a deep breath
blow out the smoke
say I'm alive (I'm alive)

And though we feed off the waking dead
We can eat unless you

the way I box Em out  
party at my place so bring a crowd 
Don't forget to that loud
They blow it by the pound 
My niggas I keep around 
Best believe they

61502
by Raymond McDermott


Verse 1:
Well I guess the protest went late tonight
Whole city on fire like the LA riots
Trying to go downtown, Five-0

tryna get shit off my mind i hit recline get me some neck and some kitten, where the fuck am i supposed to go, jihad i`m supposed to blow, we hot don`t

was always by my side
I thought it'd never change
Like how'd I get this way

I got one last brain cell
To ruin my day
So I'ma give it away

I had 99

Darko
I just spilled red on my polo
It's dead in the club like a no-show
I don't fuck with the Miley or that white girl, oh no
Got this bitch in my hand,