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Until I touch her 'til she cream
Cash rules the shortie
She's something out a dream
Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
Got that island girl

In the dead of night in she wandered
Acting like we strangers it's so awkward
Had to turn the pages didn't want to
On an island not a place to run

man like Teejay don't take diss
You under
Stand
Gyal them come in three's
Take off them under
Pants
And the man them roll with the chop chop
Hotter than

and Ely
I need you here with me
Cause I'm lonely in Long Island City

Long Island City, oh L.I.C.
Where the yellow cabs come home to sleep
One stop from

an island
Estranged by your laws, let your soul wisen
Grey, you become - laid in your grave 
Decomposed like scum, wishing you were brave
Fuck that, pause,

Called you last night wasted
Woke up in your room
Someone send me to a lonely island
When there's no way to have another last time, yeah
Get me isolated

this
But know I ain't scared I be ready whenever
Pull of the lot I ain't got no tags, pardon my drip baby I'm in my bag
J's on my feet watch the way that

a look
Walked up in this bitch
By my lonely is you
Really blind
Im in the booth solo
Smoking on my thoughts
I been got the memo
Fuck a damn thot
Im balling

I feel sick and tired
That's just how i'm wired
I must be a liar
How my pants be fucking fire
I feel sick and tired
Lately uninspired
Baby you my

I'm too clean for these niggas I roll G's in these swishers
Whole damn zips no lie I rock J's with Levi's
Rollin weed, brushin my hair Bumpin my new

Yeah
Smoking on gas big leaf
My niggas got dreads like he is chief keef yeah
Rocking these j's 23
They be like who is nukem yeah that's me
Ion wan

dapping no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I can step

These terrorists is back, gun cocked, wit their jury swingin'
Collabo on, we get laced in the Avalon
Runnin' the Dutch, my marathon, done carried on
These

the Campari I'll no longer be a
Bon parti, whoops sorry
In a dark Ford, a taxi I can't afford
Getting smacked by the Wind and my Black thoughts, I got Jack

sittin' in my pants
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
Once again I'm in the bed by myself
All alone in

em and you assassin
From the rooftop up in Manhattan
All the way down to the islands
Yeah you magic
Like okay okay
Okay okay
You turn me on baby okay

hereditary
If I was Math, you'd be dead already
Your picture on a obituary
Bullet holes in your head already
I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga
Dumb nigga

Job

Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll

1999

couch watchin' cable 
Hands all in his pants feet up on my table 
Niggas I don't know rollin' droll 
Optimo blow you got to go 
Nigga out the door

So by the end, I know where I'll stand
Anybody, can you hear me
(Just wanna fix it, I can't learn to risk it)
Anybody, can you see me
(I'm on an island

get by
Went from sipping Kool-Aide to sipping D'usse
Think I'm getting caught up in my new ways
Nothing but designers in my suitcase
150 on us

on the island of amber
Six notes in a lonely church
Lost words of the four who are one
God is four, do not trust the whispers

Sky of red, a land of red
Empty

Beat the Clock

Ghostface Killah

The Pretty Toney Album

2004

Ayo, Ghost, what's up nigga?
This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Staten Island to see you
Beat the two minute

and clear
There's another guy
A needy sleazy greasy pretty guy
Ooh grab my hands and
Grip the sheets right in my room
Take off your pants
And keep me comfy

pants
Gold experience never a chance
If there's sex know my pistol in hand
Aero Sugi up high, getting scans
Purple haze I'm becoming a fan, aye
Finna fly