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If I can't love you then nobody can
Its a new patek all up on my wrist
Checkmate my opp by fucking his sis
Pass her to my niggas for the assist
I

've got power, go easy at first
Control on, how's that so far, so good
Turn on the suction pumps pumps on, stand by
It's working, it's blowing in nodules

Played Like a Piano

King Tee

The Takeover

2002

the Boondocks of Compton, California
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass
I went to high school, but I flunked every class
So what makes you think I give a fuck

measured by work that you put it in
Whoa
Look at my numbers look at my stats
Im go in' em hits but I'm missing some plaques
Can call me Usane how I'm

you need some more time
Not around me
You can't count on me
Just please don't keep track of my shots
I'm ashamed it'd be a lot
Most nights it goes...

cappuccino
Pussy rappers so high, high heels
I see things a little different, Tarantino
Mr mac, shit, something you have missed
Y'all are stunned by the double

This that 2700 shit
This that I don't give a fuck 'bout what you throwin' up
Or what your colour is
Ain't no dodgin' potholes when you're rolling

a puff, feeling good enough
suicide by cigarettes
Take you for what you're worth
Pull up and I'll give you girth
I need respect you should call me sir
I'm

nigga I'm just letting you know
It's just hit me now I'm a certified fuckboy
Shorty said girls just wanna have fun
Truth is, the Mandem don't give a fuck

10 days  
Slow progress, not a set back, long term mentality, put you on the map

I don't make, tracks, I make great, songs, that's why each, time, it

, the angel of death he'd confronted
Ain't no mercy in that self combat
Foot to his chest it tipped his chair back
'Cause this tormentor was eager to give more

the street to the corner store
And by store I mean the pickup in the parking lot run by a dude and his little four
Kids they weren't his but to him it was

leave me guessing
But I'm past that, stack investments, Nasdaq
Yeah I get it by myself and thats another fun fact (yeah)
In my phone like, "tell me where

the sample
Flow be like that semi off rambo
She like how 
I spit so fast
She reachin in my 
Bag for bands
Wait don't you got a mans?
Nah Andre 
It ain't gon

Santa's Karaoke
    
it's a modified double wide some call it a dive on wheels 
Got Christmas vibe 365 with a throwback yuletide feel 
You got

what you thank
Roll up the gas
And it better stank
God blessed me
Got a light on my sink
My girl keep it popping like we at the Pynk
Been dancin

deserve my breath 
The eternal wrath I plan spread

Droppin a xan in my gin
Call it a potion 
But more like a poison
Give a fuck though
Letting it eat

deserve my breath 
The eternal wrath I plan spread

Droppin a xan in my gin
Call it a potion 
But more like a poison
Give a fuck though
Letting it eat

used to loiter by the Redbox
Doja in my right sock
Only dropped a bar and left the mic hot, malfunction
See me in the booth, it's like construction how I

You turnin' when police come, yeah

Come by the fucking handful
Getting money, grabbing handfuls
Handfuls, motherfucker got them handfuls

Motherfucking

bottomless raps, I done spent my years a wasting pray for half of them back
Please, if I fall in the track, don't you ever fucking doubt that I won't snap it

You steady bringin up the past nah boo like why u tripping
I be working on myself im tryna make a living
I be stacking up dis paper like its dominoes

Yeah Yeah
I'm just here man (yeah yeah)
By the seaside (haha)
We're cooking (haha)
Yo
She want more love from a seaside kid (that's love)
I tell her

Swaggy Bitch 
			Written by: Diondria Thornton, Christopher Thornton, Craig King 

Oh, Oh, Oh, 
Oh no! You can't tell me nothing
You can't tell me