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was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats
And I just can't thank you enough for all the stuff that you done, G
See my grandmother told me take
What it was when she stepped up in the ride I ain’t worried about no bugs cause I
Keep da pesticide and don’t worry about the scrubs you with a real
a damn crop duster
After dark the riot starts
Way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I
Don't have to push a shopping cart
You
Improper you get it
I’m tossing this roster
Cause why even bother
We’re all gonna die
If we can’t find each other
We’re blinded by facts
That relax all
I leave you sprung maybe
I have your head spinning sayin' 50 so crazy
I don't play no games, I don't play no games
See when I'm in that thang,
You say things that get under me
I do things that you don't like to see
But every time we take a break (Every time we take a break)
It's like we
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
bring the ship home like ronto
You bitches is phony don’t act like you knew me if you didn’t know me
As soon as I blow up these bitches’ll blow me
I did
like Roddy
By the time this song blows up I'll have your girl callin' me Papi! (OW!)
Come here Baby Girl, Know we do this every day, Like Fetty Wap
like you blind
You see the truth, you hear the cries
But you pay it no mind
Every night, I'm up so high
Look in my devilish eyes
In the clouds, one with
of encouragement bro
E'prince told me someday you'll grow
YMC told me I should not stop
This is you mehn it don't matter if you blow
See I don't even care anymore
I
and let you relax
We fucked again last night call it a recap
Girl I just wanna wreak havoc on ya
We getting twisted in California
Don't gotta tell you
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
sheets with a sweet summer smell
Oh I hate that its you whos the love of my life
And how you never serious but you want me to stay
Your shorty by night,
baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire
Girl I want you
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
Finite energy
Eyes wide can you see
Can you see around
The crowd of clowns
In your pedigree
I don't doubt the trauma
That you're facing
It's been past down
ratchets
Tell yo family you love em
Cause mugs be gone like its magic
But on the bright side
I had a lot of good times
Rolling with the homies
From sun up
speedin' off when I see the GCP dig around and I be...
Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out
Every time we hit the parking
sound
That no one owns but you
No one owns but you
Carlos took the road gig
And he saw it through
He rode the tour bus
While the singer flew
Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, whoa
I haunt MCs like
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
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