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fucked by it

In the loop like a shoestring too loopy like a double knot

keep the drugs in my momma house
I make it rain when the sun is out
I move the weight by the pound
Trinidad Taliban
Four fours and a lot of drums
Paddy

cities to the ground
But I'm no Lot and you never turn around

Our genesis has been washed away
Bible Kiss Bible make my day

Chaos by the fake third date

rocks;
4 Pillars, 3 Castles from the 12 blocks;
I see a leopard changing 12 spots;
And each mark of the 12 spots is 12 dots;
I untie a string of 12 knots

Never let a nigga tell you how to run yo trap
Don't you ever let a nigga pull up on ya back
Niggas pussy
They be quick to hit a blind side
Only thing

an knot
Coming for the top spot
So just sit and watch
When i say i want it all
I'm doing more than just a lot
Trying to get keep my gloves on
But i ain't

Everyday I'm rolling up the og and Jamaican
Everyday I'm counting fifty twenties and some franklins
Moving by myself cause I was finish with the faking

a band in my hand like I tied the knot
Bando
Tell me how much you love me and never stop
All these niggas fall in line like a parking lot
Tryna bury all my

hella’ frightened
Rap lord they writing in my image and my likeness
Back doored by so many Niggas it’s a shame
Switched teams before we got a chance

to the bank for deposits, I can't stand Queues
Any nigga try to flex on you, tell em fuck you 
Balmain, Jimmy Choos, baby anything for you 

Got a lot of bani's

The actor in my mind plays a lot of games
He deceives me and goes by many names
It's like my life is one big flick
And I'm the main character but I

tussle I'm holding my ground
Can't take it for granted some folks not around
Stay a hundred and ten by yourself
Lil journey try and find yourself
Then I

Tulane

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Up Your Alley

1988

he can't catch up with you
Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you
Go Tulane, use all the speed you got
Go Tulane, you know you need a lot
Go Tulane,

Throw Some d's

DJ Abyss

Hosted by the Game: Southern Slang

2007

the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
Candy red lollipop
There's hoes in the parking lot
But I still got my glock cocked
New money motherfucker

Throw Some d's

Rich Boy

Tha King Returns

2007

the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
Candy red lollipop
There's hoes in the parking lot
But I still got my glock cocked
New money motherfucker

Making new friends
Like Walter and Louisa
Getting pretty loud
Cause we singing lots a praise
Growing in the word
God Stirring up the faith
Tell me
Can you

thinking to myself
Quite a lot (I)
I keep blinking
Time will tell
It don't stop (watch)
Lord please help me
To prevail when in hell
(God)
I can't do this by

The harder that it hurts
Feeling like it's not gonna be good
In this shitty neighborhood

Walking by head held high
Adidas tied in a knot
Open a door turn

Looking for my better shot
Thoughts go by to quick so had a take a break and sit and jot
Niggas can't fuck with my thoughts
Look at all this shit I brought

couldn't slip the knot
I'm a fucking mess and I show it a lot
You tried to clean me up but couldn't find the mop
Tried to use yo hands and that didn't stop

green like I'm Ferb
But I stay on point like the nose of Phineas
If I talk about it you know I did the shit
And I talk a lot so I hope you listening
I'm

DeezNuts bitch
You can stay smirking at the fuckin name man
But I told motherfuckers all you are is haters
Cuz I know you believe in a muthafucker

What do I do when my 9-5 don't work
I think I'm bout to work until my fuckin brain bursts
It hurts when you can't manage
I'm a privileged white kid

hate knots
Because i get myself caught in lots
And i never find my way out
And i say, 'sometimes life ain't what you want it to be'
Man, does it hurt?'