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fucking with him for this hombre named Felix

Give my name some respect
Say it with your v-neck
No charm on his chest
But you hoes are "v hexed"
I can't

like the beat I don’t give a fuck
I’m gone remix it
If that hoe a freak
Then she gone ride it like it’s Seabiscuit 
My bullet wounds healed by they self

Come and show me that you miss me
Lover girl
Goin crazy right now
Keep  on thinkin that we shoulda had baby by now 
Know  you gotta hit me up when you

you really do
Cause only my momma loves me like you
That’s why it ain’t no more limits when we up in the mall
You was right there with me in the trap

WHERE DID YOU GO? - (JunkHeap (c) Dec 2017 / Remix Dec 2019)

The cars are passing by
on a one-way street.
It's got me thinking of sleep.
So tired

this love awwww it's falling out of me
Baby
But don't you trip cuz my drip
Got you hip to the gifts that we give
It's really all you need ay ay ayyy yay

filled 
Brothers and sisters seen representing from crown to heel 
We all instrumental quentisential that we implement truth 
And give it to every single

stuffed bitch
Make that bitch move like a puppet
If you want smoke imma up it
Bad bitch yeah she wanna cuff it
Sippin that lean got me lazy
Bite

it remix it my mode (Sheesh)
I been training with the toads
Ask me why I keep the blade (She-sheeng)
Real 忍者s they already know (Okay)
忍び They knowing

slippin in my pocket 
Probably dip ain’t even 1 o’clock yet 
Baby you the only one I want yeah yeah

Cuz when you 
Touch me 
It’s like being touched by

Honest Expression

Binary Star

Masters of the Universe [LA Underground]

(Voice sample:)
"Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. It is easy for
me to put on a show, and be cocky so I can show you

please don't get in ya feelings
When the time's right I will tell you about these villains
And everybody dead, so it ain't about squealin'
Weapons we

me but somehow it still feel right
I don't like her ass anymore but it felt nice
You out that's your 3rd strike
I can always point yo shit out like

shottas remix, rose from death like a phoenix
The homies said that they need it, so I delivered the heat
We always partyin' hardyin'
Under covers like

suck
You miss me? No you miss my calls still here after all
I live by a code and baby I aint breaking law
Right hand on the Bible I can put it on God

might hate my words but you know that I'm right
Thoughts of you got me up late
Try to talk it out it went the wrong way
Tryna drive you but you give me

much powder on me you'd think it was pre

Now we in sax fifth posted with a bad bitch
Penguin back pack, yeah yeah, you don't have it
Click ain't

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

get wit me, you steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy, no time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me, beats and bullets pass me

None

Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded

the legs she shaking and she scared
Imma get it by any means no ion fuck around
I ain't friendly you look at me won’t even crack a smile
Mama said ta what

missteps led me to making my mistakes,
God I love me a sample, 
An open book at its finest, 
Man I love me a gamble, 
A shot in the dark at its blindest,

I ride with that stick 
A niggah run up he can die really quick 
He probably got pissed seen me with his bitch 
I don’t give a fuck about none off

Don’t let that fear get far
Its ok, don’t tell me the truth
Cause I won’t give up on you
Oh, not ever in my life
You can do it, get used to it
Anything is

get me on the remix (come on)
Left a bag in Vegas, scooped a bag in Phoenix (scooped a bag in Phoenix)
Left it in the club though, they act like they