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time for a new day, plan on makin 30 tracks by the end of SPRING TIME, surely need some jewelry just to let that ring shine, either that or decline into
know the hound dog makin' music
On a summer night by the light of the moon
Oh, fetch my cane pole mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch
livin' in life
An interested mind
By my parents design
Guess that you could
Say my life is pretty great
Here at 208
Lots of money ima make
Many chances
sayin yo what the heck, I am single
It's no reason why I shouldn't try to mingle
So I met this girl by the name of maxine
Her breath didn't stink she used
That's fine, I didn't ask you to show your opinion, so you gotta go
Why aren't you famous?
I don't even know
I'm pretty young, and I'm doin' a lot
Thank
Bet they do the drive-by on
A bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got
Room in the basement
You
bucks collectively
Pretty far from being celebrities
But I feel like with time I'm gonna make
Got to keep going can't slow down bitch
Keep making music I
Got a bad lil thing she gone do what I say so
By my lonely whenever I get to the pesos
They all cant believe a nigga really took off
They done fucked
Universal as I stroll down the street
Africas's a bolling over flowing inside of me
I used to sport a curl made by Jerry
A Jerry curl
but as time
of people makin' plans that aren't executed, it insults my intelligence
These people left and right that are by my side say love but are full of negligence
Yeah, yeah, can you turn up my headphones?
Yeah-yeah, yeah
This music go with my funeral, yeah, yeah
Music go with my funeral, a-hem, yeah, I said
New York girl, ooh, ooh, ooh
Music plays, everyone's dancin' closer and closer
Makin' friends and findin' lovers
There you are lost in the shadows,
with the same folks
On the French coast getting busy jiggy
Dicking your bitch to some pretty Ricky
In Louboutin going biggie trendy
Keep me a blic for
on rooftops with the Globel team
Getting photos by my boy Gitty
Yea I stood away from the city
Less its bout music you prolly won't see me
Yea they never used
come to me for flavor
Cuz it's seeping out my pores, Lord
Midas touch s'why my music's felt
Plus I won't gain the world just to lose myself
We came
ouncin
puffin lai, kickin it to shorties passin by
see some be actin ill
and some be actin fly
But inside it's the L.B. slide
music pumpin smokin
the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But
champ, maestro my nigga LT Hutton
Nigga take it easy
Terrence Martin, Meech boys halla at me
We need to be makin' music on some real shit
Loco l Dogg, east
alcoholics
They make you stupid with Xanax
They make you broke with designers
They use the music to confuse
The youth and influence minors
Isn't it funny how
dancin' but makin' love set to music, playin'
When the band Begins to leave the stand
And folks start to roam
As we walk home, cheek to cheek we'll be
the shit, you can tell by the stench
I got no heart like i'm Melly
DMX, I'm in her belly
Grind on me like Pretty Ricky
Too high, i feel like Lil Dicky
Shawty
from a youngin but I live to see it come in
But when it's said and done
Don't wanna live to see us done in
By our own doing or any doing from one end
(How you been?)
Shit, I'm chillin' makin music
A lil school so my parents don't
Complain that I'm useless
No money, no job
Just dreams, I'm nineteen
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