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after F
Fresh Ironed by the way that you press
She the letter after G
My lil' freak do whatever for me
You the letter after A
Bonified bitch you should

Footloose

The Collective

The Collective

the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

You're playing so

Bubble Music

Cam'ron

Purple Haze

2004

cops come blocking the 
Ave, I put the glock in the stash
slabs and copped in the trash

Still stop and I laugh, ma put
Them rock in your ass,

Batterram

DJ Revolution

Class of 85

2005

makin it hard
And by the time they get in-to your pad
You done flushed it down the toilet and now they're mad
And so they're mad as hell and take you

Hilltop Lonesome Blues (G) by Gary Jay Hoffman
Intro: C/Cb Am D7 G
C -> Cb -> Am (just walk bass root note down to Am)

(G) ON THE DAY I FIRST SAW

them other boys got in the way
You didn't wanna stop 'til you got a new date
No you're not an angel and you're not a f****** saint
It's killing me that

the steps up
Ran up in Kay crib, lay daddy rest
I had to break free, police on me and they F-B's
Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze"

Doublewide Quick Stop midnight T-top
Jack in her Cherry Coke town
Momma and daddy put their roots right here
'Cause this is where the car broke down

They all say that they hate pop
Radio's on like, make it stop it
I'm lookin' to hit those airwaves
In my own ways to make jaws drop
A lotta these

Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw

, girl we been through hell yeah
Smoke by the gram, yeah, we smoke by the zip
Don't got insurance, just damaged the whip
Stacking my money, shit blue like

What I say affect the youth
Everytime I hit the booth
Just respect the naked truth
Yo watch my wrist, catch the flu
Giuseppe shoe, electric blue
F's

Wave Mechanics f-f-f-Fred On Em
Damn, Larro G
I had to hand to hand with the scale
R-r-r-r-r-Riffic

I had to hand to hand with the scale
Doing my

cancer
On point like sword thought the game was yours
But imma jack it, get me a coat hanger
Top designer no panda
With bars darker than man from Sri Lanka

up like a f'in smoothie 
Lil smooth on a mission for the blues, and my bitch bad pussy wet like a cruise  
Wet like a pool, bitch im on the grind cant

that bitch does not tick-tok
Im in love with the blues I might learn how to crip walk
Heard he's running his mouth now we're makin' a pit stop
Watch 'em

about
How we live,
Why we love this f*ckin life,
Won't stop until we win,
And my whole squad hungry,
So I'm never feeling lonely,
Thinking bout all

I jack son like Mahalia
I'm trying to tell ya I'll F you up
Don't let 'em set you up for a failure
I'm a hustler
But I don't touch drug paraphernalia

overseen like a father
?????? like a white collar crime
Up in the blue collar world
That's why I wear a mandarin to avoid the sin
Niggas of the F.O.S., we

since I was ten, who thought I'd be a artist
I got geeks by the store, them my cussto
Had to stop sippin' on green, almost overdosed
Split a blue bar,

still ah
Give you some hope Rest In Peace
To Marlo I like taxing country
Niggas Jack Harlow stop taking
Tryna be ah king pin like Pablo if I
Go I'm going

Believe it or not like we inside the Ripleys
V3, Sammi, my committee
Something smells fishy, cause I do it selfishly
Blue Subaru, blue legacy
I'll have your

Ooh, matched up with Blue for this track number two
Sitting on the biggest remix of thise year, yep
You can't stop me with my foot in the door
Why are

head
And I don't know what to do next
It's like I'm haunted by this f***king potato
And I don't really want that

Potato sleeps in my, sleeps in my bed