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you
I'm the Woodstock Child
Arrived 40 years to late
To hear the crowd going wild but
If you've got a piano
I can show you a song
Inspired by memories

with hoes that recycle Santana lyrics
Now let's be real, you can't even step to me even if I was a staircase
You bitches be insecure with all them

Young Real Niggas
Just cut from a different cloth you know
I ain't no more time to waste, I'm on my grind
Look, I got tired of playin' it by the book

01 Maxwell mixed with Santana
That's 08, I can't feel my face
I need a bandana
Film my life with a '85 camera
Do things, you can not stand us
Your

He keep on playing he get played by the gun
You too serious need to have some fun
In that 40 I hit that dash
And the police they were on our ass
I

wait they turn
I'm posted in that field and all my niggas ready to earn
Let me find you fucking with the other side when I put you on
Let me find I had

Stella Artois and a ménage à trois
Pass them both back and forth in the back of my car
I feel like Arsenio in this scenario
Modern day Lothario with

Doomin' motherfuckers with a mask like Deathstroke
Y'all can get slayed, you playin' bout my cheese
You knowing the Star-fire, they sayin' the Boy Beast

She Said OK

Big Boi

Vicious Lies & Dangerous Rumours

2012

But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up

touch you like I'm plucking guitar strings
Frozen by your beauty your like woman of my dreams
Let’s enjoy the moonlight I’ll bring you home with me
Let’s

Showdown

The Psycho Realm

The Psycho Realm

1997

smiles wicked frowns, we get down
With our own gangster sound
Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow
With shanks of venom metal
Rattle

do
But only if I do it with you

I wanna walk around surrounded by city lights
I wanna feel the breeze from a dark azure sky
So baby take my hand

to fuck it up, I should get a cease and desist

By tomorrow, hell, the cat might pull up and charge you
The clique with me, nigga, might pull up in charter

heart surrounded by walls
Got the blueprints
Got you open like nudists
I like my kitties with claws
Never snooze and don't pause
I got 4 seasonal sauce

Oou ouu
Look at me
Look at me
Damn you always bout a bag
Yes indeed
It's go cost to fuck with me
I'm charging fees
You can't trick me off these

Season
Pause
Safe to say I made it through the fog
Applause
Ain't given but I'm Driven
By these gifts like Clause
Santana Bandana
My antenna with the same

to move, sexy and slow
Dee Jay St. Joel hyped a good show
Splits to the floor
Grinding that ass on the floor
Banging that song by Santana, wearing disguise

killed by Draco
Ready to Shaq attack em
NBA jam em with the blamma
These Niggaz faker than Santa
With bandanas just like Santana
You Only tell half

promotion
Blood gush
Leave you cut like you were Lio Rush
Beat you with your crutch
Kick and punch you a whole bunch
Concussed like CM Punk losing his lunch

on the upbeat I ain't really fucking with ya

So what's the question?
What you saying?
I threw away the Xbox, I ain't playing
Now when they ask me about my

shade, cause I'm cruising through New England with the Texas plates.
People salty so I take them by the grain, dosing kratom to the brain from the cradle

get sized for a coffin
What's good with fake likes and plays that you copping
Oh, you're an Indigo
Boy, shut up, you just blue cuz you don't get no

and somewhat foolish
Triggered by the summer, who gon get wet if he pools it
A 30 clip his new edition, now he needs to cool it?
I aint cool with systems down

the bag yeah I know
Tell the oppas to get up with me, we ain't playin
Funny ain't no silly, we smoke by the O

I'm with Rozu we countin' money
Shit, we