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boys and play girls
But I revoke my membership
All for my tenderness
She said pursue your interests
'Cause even if I'm ticketless
I'll be there by your

all the city lights
Holding on I'm sitting tight
All in all, I'm in it like
Fill up my cup, I'm enslaved by the bottle
Cop a couple pills of pop,

So you know I'm stressed out and I'm tired
But my friends are going all out getting by
With nothing but a six string and my mind
I know you think

to your friends, baby yea
Kiss you on the cheek it's a double date
Do it right before my court date
I used to have a thing for Mercedes
She drive all

niggas by 23
This goes out to all my niggas skipping bail, whippin' tail, dipping jail, and sippin' ale
Fuck the police man that's really how I feel

know I'm not shut but you don't even know me
I dunk in that pussy I feel like I'm Kobe
In the club flexing diamonds they all in my Rollie
The bitch

the music loud from the stereo
But my heart is really pounding, so turn me up
Getting drowned out by the sound, sweet sound of love
We all simps in the club

bitch, her friend's a ten
Damn, the whole crew bad, let's get it in
Leave the club, hurry up, take 'em to the spot
You can bring whoever you want, just

forget all those roads
Paris or Tokyo, lets fly tonight, let me say
Whats on your mind, tell by your eyes
You're thinking that you're mine tonight

all those roads, Paris or Tokyo, lets fly
Let me say whats on your mind, tell by your eyes you're thinkin that
You're mine, tonight

you got hold a my soul I'm sold my whole body want it
All natural
Your body is what they imitate
Never hesitate
You could even turn the S letter

I'm home to two

Where all my demons at
I hear them screaming
And sometimes I get to screaming back
Only have two friends that
I've been needing bad
I

xans in my hands
Big Bands in my hands from my only fans
Fur coat with a limp like a pimp she simp for this dick
Going crazy in the club drinking bub all

eat too much
I’m getting thinner like the guy in the book
Keep my eye on gook so I can imitate it
So everyone walking around can see him that
Y’all

Westside Driveby

MC Ren

The Streetsweeper, Vol. 1

2003

police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
Nigga hit 'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop,

money, fuckin' up the country
Pistol with the homies, you at home lonely
Call it my Macaulay, pokin' white boobies
Fuck the, fuck the police, these niggas

rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew

If I Could Do it Again

Corey Smith

The Broken Record

2011

I'd wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand
Then I'd go for a swim and start drinkin' again
Oh I'd break all the rules, just like I used

at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun

take a few nights with my friends
My friends, my, my friends
Shit feels new even though it's my ends
Take a few sips, and it all just blends
I just wanna

My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff

for love
Act all innocent with your friends and shit, but went missing after the club, ayy

Oh my oh my oh my hoe
You should leave when I open my door

me and come relax your feet
You can sit by my side, have a shot of Hennessy
Bring your friends on by cause we got some extra seats
And if y'all really

Blackman

RaRa

Us or Else

2016

face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead