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In Love With the Greenery

Poor Old Lu

Mindsize/Sin

2000

that is, nothing takes Him by surprise. Aaron was right. I changed the line.


You said, "I love the world"
"I love what you've done for me"
You let my

Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2

Walk On Water

Gucci Mane

The Return of East Atlanta Santa

2016

right by water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water

I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
I'm the Trap God and I walk on water
I'm the Trap God and I

to retake moments I'll make better 
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums 
I can replace these mistakes one by one with hot glue 
Stand right there I'd

my gullie suit

Normally angel's

By my side

Lately demons

Been the substitute

Destroyin my peace

Sleepless nights

How much

More can take

Wat

huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by

suggested that, um, you do nice stuff for other people on the album. Like you make a song that's like, um, somehow like a nice song for other people. Right

See my glow as I fly right by
Got my CD flow in my whip drive by
It's Diaz up on it again, oh my
'Nother new album that's no lie
Thought that was it? I

crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my

so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me

Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you

Guilty

Bounty Killer

Presents G.H.E.T.T.O. Stories

2002

started!

Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas

think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)

by now
I thought I would have it figured out

He was gonna go pro
Scholarship full of dough he could not fail
But he got caught with the dro
In Alabama

Maybe we can retreat to get a bite to eat
Take a night to sneak to a tightless suite
You can invite some freaks but get it right I'm cheap
I won't pay you

to get whacked
I take life day by day like the pills that my father take
For something done by some cowards tryna decide his fate
Can’t lie its stuck on my

Leave ya faceless strip ya naked
While I kill the beat boy you know I wreck it
Alpha Dog by the name of Lansky got a little patients but don't ya tempt me

by the fire, I'll be playing my guitar on the weekend
Get covered up in mud in my Jeep then
Take it to the lake skinny dipping
We'll lie up under stats

small town U-S-A
Oh yeah
I wouldn't trade one single day
I'm proud to say I love this place
Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
Sweet home Alabama

(Sez on the beat boy)
(Ain't got no fucking time to ship when you can just get a girlfriend)
(No shipping in this household I rather be dead by

you like are you who? Who are you? Like two by two?
Fuck around and find out
Everybody finds out
Who is real where's your homie, but I don't know about

boy my closet worth bought a key of coke
Ion even pour a deuce when I'm by myself it's a three of more
Ion never see myself going broke cuz I done

got caught by the feds 
Say you want smoke then he popped up dead 
I'm just chasing money trying to live right I ain't trying to be a killer 
But

and the dog whistle politic
Ticking like a clock  two minutes to midnight
While Twitter fingers steady stunting hard on the right

EMC
Boom, boom, well that's

numbers in Atlanta so
Fuzz came to smash these niggas squeeze the hammer folk
Warrant in Muskogee but I'm clean in Alabama so
Just name yo thang cocaine