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pathetic
You're the king of this castle, boy
The walls are up and the soldiers - toy
Now it's time, build your corduroy
Don't drown, baby, enjoy

our thrills
Fuck the foreword I'm Georgie Foreman it's time to grill 
Cook up heat until we hit a bil than kick back and chill like

Imma blow like its

from a boy to a man
Hope you understand my plans
Listen
Good Vibes be the mission
Yeah my life had some collisions
So I made a few decisions
Cut down

heaven
number 7-11
Open like 24/7
Dana would probably blow your phone up
Grandbabies we grown up
I wish that you could see it
How we sat and made this song

I make sure my choppa sing
My choppa sing and it finna blow your Mata quick
Off the juice got designer this a Prada fit (No cap)
Off the wock robbing

cream on your lips
Girl your flavor don't exist
You light a bomb when you blow a kiss
Alphabetically, girl it's you and me
I'm hypnotized by your hips

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah okay hold on
Icing all these bitches
You think it was a snow summer
Running up the riches
They be calling me the roadrunner
Double up

This a beautiful depiction
Of a story written by a boy who was always told to listen
Damn
Cannot hit the breaks now
Cannot slow down
I be driving round

like a whistle
Yeah her pussy good but it wasn't beneficial
Yeah these niggas fake boy I swear these niggas artificial
And I been going hard since them

to god I just wanna get behind it 
Fuck her face by the ass she the finest 
Ik you like dat boy King he a dam fool 
I'm excited but I'm just lookin all

by no means
Is Laughing Boy a gimmick 
I’m laughing to the bank I’m so Russell Simmons with it 
Hussle til’ I get it
I don’t care who I’m offending

bitch why/ My son pulled up with some good wap/
I ain't getting over, I'm tryna get by/ If you don't invest then it's bitch buy/
I rather bitch cheat than

lettin' it blow
When I walk through the door, boy, you better get low
On that nigga, you must've forgot

I ain't fuckin' no bitch, I ain't cuffin' no thot
I

The way I'll blow up, they'll be saying, "who would've knew"
I'll be Beyonce's grandchild, the way I pop up out the Blue
Whew

Change of plans, AM to the PM

the way I am,"
Is what I like to say.
cnd yet, I must admit a part of me just likes to play.

It does no good to get up
In my space and act all goofy.
I

up[01:35.86]Same boy you shitted on[01:37.11]Labeled as criminal[01:38.25]Judge like your life perfect, fake Ass silicon[01:40.53]Thank God say I'm

the neighbors up cuz it aint no neighbors here 

Take her dubai i fuck her good i let her drive the boat 

Cant have me in that raq cuz its a lot of smoke 

She

another piece 
I don't come in peace 
Put myself against the wall 
Like we under siege 

Overlooking 
Ima blow this up in
3D 

THIS HOW IM COMING 
THEY cINT

Uh
Yeah
Turn my levels up
Uh
Yeah (That's good)
Uh
Yeah
Check it out
You all on my fit like a tag (Tag)
Now I see why your boyfriend is mad (He mad)

it up)
We do turbo every night (to the universe)
It's ya boy Blaywest nagger let's go
O mine
Call me every day and every night
Treat me like lover

deep
I love you like nobody else, I want you with nobody else, I'll fight for you
I know I made you cry, not what I meant to do
These monsters by my side

up to something
Worried bout the money he ain't worried bout you dumb bitch
If you keep that glick on you boy you better dump it
Lightskin, curly hair,

brothers and sisters
They'll stay by my side
Sneak past all the dises
Y'all soft blow some kisses
Hershey to em for they misses
Listen close don't you miss

Doin' It Wrong

Bizzy Bone

The Midwest Cowboy

raw, ain't raw, ain't raw)
It's Playalitical and Bizzy Bone
And this here gon' blow (Bone Bone be-Bone Bone be-Bone Bone)

[Bizzy Bone]
We got 'em mad