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of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
Mix the Ritalin with vodka
The shit that I'm prescribing
Leave you running through college
Dropping A's and shocking scholars
We the ones who stop
bitches can feel how my shit's hyper
My rap shit's comin' to your fuckin' mix and my flow's 2-0-1-6
Last year I didn't know who the fuck Stitches was
But
glasses will I pour
The only answer I've got is more
We sipping on make wine Bordeaux
And if you seen my chick, you'd know why she's my hoe
Dolo, I ain't
crowded below
Still hearing From my pops I’m not no child I know
21 years and we still going down this road
Birds eye view I’m on my Cal Ripken flow
Same
knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk much, real calm and collective
Seen something in me 'cause shorty's really selective.
I tell'er fall
rappers coming down fast
Over-looked by zombies on xans
I will not be changing no plans
You can bury me in the sand
If you think 8 week rappers all that
So
the burg
No Levon Bell
You know I love drugs
You know I love drugs
You know I love drugs
You know I’m on drugs
She want all of the lights
The pain, it come
the truth and on it you will tell it to
Now ask me if I been with someone, “no baby not really”
She showing me some shit and provin' that I met her daily
said "How does it feel" I said "Good"
She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"
I said "I know this ain't the weather
seen in a while
That time goes by and I feel like flying
Always wanted a love like this
She changed me from a troubled kid
She crossed the top of my
took hold of my finger
And held onto it she just sort of
Walked into my heart judge
And then she was there to stay
Darling, do you want to know what I
Everything I do in life is to see myself go
Mix up the flow
Mix up the floor till a nigga will nod
You know the boss done came in 4s
I know a girl she love
Bit em' with the VAT now chuck it in the mix
Invest and supply
Always on the grind
Take her for a ride but she playing kinda shy
Tell me what you like
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
give a fuck about you niggas
I lean all day so I will shot Tuu tuu
Switch moves before I switch hood's by the next day forget you
If you ain't know then
would be my baby (baby)
So if you mix up the jazz with mint you will know the name don't be lazy (lazy)
First time ever i saw her face she hmmm
She Didn't
machine (hahaha) not funny men the truth gat to be told
Jah knows I'm a sinner The world will turn you to killer blame no Nigga taking decision when you
Rappers don’t harass me
I would rather you just pass me by
Pharcyde, that-a-way
Fuck what niggas gotta say?
I know I kept you waitin
Articulatin my gamma
to knock off
Word, how she be swingin'?
She swingin' like that you know
Oh, word?
I called a couple other heads and shit, you know
Ah, who else, who
to knock off
Word, how she be swingin'?
She swingin' like that you know
Oh, word?
I called a couple other heads and shit, you know
Ah, who else, who
know her game
I wanna learn her wits and how she plays her tricks, oh, I gotta know
Lots of booze and her kiss
These are drugs that do not mix
I
And put red on 'em
I know you like to drizzle
Your past in the mix (Shit)
Your folks' divorce papers made up
Half of your scripts
When Disney realize your
it from my perspective
But with my shorty, A nigga's so protective-
And should be, she's the one who knows where the connect lives.
She don't talk
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