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the gas, the gas[00:19.88]The gas is hitting[00:20.48]Huh, yeah[00:21.56]This s*** is so free (this s*** is so free)[00:22.40]Huh, yeah, s*** got way too
a good game so back that sh*t up
Get on the dance floor gurl back that sh*t up
Tik tok your times up man back that sh*t up
Back that sh*t up, back that
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
Renegade young savage good nigga with a few bad habits
Get away no lacking can't keep no bitch thats average
By the way stay active never know when
been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be, yeah)
I hope I don't go back
out tonight
I'ma run up to tower records to get a pizza
Aight
Ima come back
Yeah
[dr. dooom]
Chewin alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin on old
that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back
that
Tomorrows a new day
Twenty four get it right back
Come here bae know you like that
Take it day by day need a play by play
More sun no shade
When
Here for a good time, not a long time, don't get attached
Mr. ran through dick, no motion, just a body catch
10-4 yo 10-20 is gettin' blown by
Racing to the red lights
Reminiscing past life
Breaking my back nine to fiving my life away
Man I'm feigning good times
Party under moonlight
I guess
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they
Baby, I hope you come back to me. If you don't want me, good
Then forget about me, cause I don't see you again, ow
Lousy notes, lousy notes, lousy notes.
the ass
Told lil' bae I could teach her somethin', just join my class
Me and Trap in the lab cookin', ain't goin' back to central booking
One-twenty
There's a tin roof shack on the outskirts of town
That the law don't know, when the sun goes down
They got the good stuff you can't find at the store
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave then fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again twenty years later
All that
Chorus
Move like this, rap like that
Gotta rap like I tap fat back
Let me think and I'll be right back
Twenty-five, eight, when I work my craft
me feel so good
I can see the world below just shooting by
Twice the speed of sound
That's how I like to ride
My chariot of steel across the sky
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
long nights
I'm that pretty boy with a bad bitch appetite
Pretty boy twenty-four-seven three six five
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
She's
back in my zone[00:32.32]This shit ain't magic, no tricks in my coat[00:34.20]Say he gone quit, just to fill up a cup[00:36.13]Bitch'll relapse, like I'm
feeling less back pain it's true
I didn't realize losing 350 pounds could ever feel this good
Imagine being nailed to Wood
Ha ha ha
I wish you could
I wish
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
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