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[Dre Dog]

ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy)  they call me Dre Dog
the coke snortin, chewy smokin
(Hey)
Tranquilla, that bottom way too fine (Fine)
Hourglass figure, gotta' keep that time (Okay)
Mixing all the blanco, gotta keep me on the line
Oh bah
your signs of devotion
making me say its so much better. You know what to do now
I’m liking that when you love on me, hug on me, tell me everything you
see my
Perspective
Did you tell him
The beans were mine
All of my beans
Get eaten by me
I'm into vore
It's not kinky
Caught in the stream
Liking vore
we not together...
Can’t tell me nothing I’m still the same nigga...
Grind different, no help given... 
Circle getting smaller, I’m becoming distant...
a you-know-what-I-mean
Every day like living right outside the scene
I'm tryna see how the misery goes
Its all goin' down, that's just how leaves go
No good at goodbyes, I
Earp
I'm the truth, I don't know how these liars work
My lady tell me everyday that my time comin'
Be wise when it does and don't sign nothin'
I'm in
fought 'em
Brand new chapters and new beginnings
Cleaning out all your closet, 'cause she's

She's somebody's daughter
She's somebody's everything
please
Don’t you tell me how I’m preachy, everyday is like a Sunday, how I teach
Why I got to talk about me, vain
Meanwhile, people still trying to hang,
I been hiding out the life i live i write it out
Acting like a tyrant now, i might tell the umpire how
Pariah don't abide without a lighter
grew. I’m tryna give em access to education in excess. Redistribute the equity so the working people taxed less. Qualified immunity abolished- all them
just know what I'm gone do
Need to focus on a bag
I can't get caught up stuck on you (Facts)
So go and tell em now
I been around
Name could hold 100
the shit that im into
She serving that ass
On her plate
Body Slim in the waist
Surrounded by all
Of this money
U be they goals
get her a rake
Aint ya
Quarterback option
Snitches walkin' by all slow
Eavesdroppin'
5.7 hit his torso
He's droppin'
What more can I say though?
I'm the one with say so
Stackin' up
man

Tonight i'm learning how to fly and i surrender

I've travelled all this way for your embrace
Enraptured by the recognition on your face
guessing I don't have to tellem
that I got Pickled cerebellum  
I Think I got that cDD
I'm a middle age lobotomy

Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobota-batomy,
a sacrifice I love drilling just because
Heard dat nigga hungry we gon fill em wit dese slugs
Ain't no love uh uh squash em like bugs uh uh
All because dat
I get a hit today
Why sure! Don't we all love a fish filet
Large meal with a coke I'm feeling rich today
And sippin' lemonade with 10 percent sugar
It's all right, Mikey

A storm grows on the 
Horizon we just poured em' up and Watched it come
I needed something to break this Awkward slience
sure what we have's gon last

Verse 1:
This ain't no sermon, this ain't lecture I'm not at the podium uh
We way past flirting, preventing the hurting by
sure what we have's gon last

Verse 1:
This ain't no sermon, this ain't lecture I'm not at the podium uh
We way past flirting, preventing the hurting by
albums, three majors
Only critics to our favor
Crew members turned traitors
Put the spin on it, tornados
Our father, thy neighbor
Couldn't tell me that God
Say boy you don't know me
I say ooook what you know bout hentai
She say by the end of the night you'll call me senpai
Is that right?
Ok you can have it
surprised i sponsored by lil bird
Tear up his whole block and leave a stain on that curb
Boy fuck your diddy bop bitch this the way we swerve
This the way we

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