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a baby I cannot understand I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants In my hands Make you dance Fuck a no melody I am the melody Kill the beat
(Marijuana) Yeah we cruising down the highway Bad bitch is sitting by me She Spanish call me papi But when she ramble on about her feelings me no
it Holla at me boy I got it talkin bricks & marijuana You can find me in the projects or im posted on the corner I be posted up where the thugs be
things I'll regret Winder city, you can't see it I'm surrounded by these feelings I don't catch I'm on fire, live my life like I might die today
at the playground playground Dope marijuana I'm faded Round and round circles with my baby Dope marijuana I'm made it Meet me at the playground with Satan Took her
ora in affanno cercando fortuna É Bolo baby lo sai, dai parchetti allo sky Sono in piedi già da ieri perché è Bolo by Night Siamo seri qui non credo
make it sweet like our your birthday You know I'll do it right I don't ever play Rock the boat rock a by baby you love the way I'm stroke you be going
havin' his baby The bitch is driving him crazy The motherfucker was violent 'Cause he was fresh out the Navy She dealt with constant abuse Never revealing
we're from Detroit baby You got 15 seconds to get this seat now We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Who's your
lady in my Mercedes Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy L.O.X. hold the hammers like we waitin for screws With Angie Mar' BLOWIN
you might start to spit You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze Duncan Hines monument
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo) Black out, black out (Belt by
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck Black out, black out (Youngin' from Del Amo) Black out, black out (Belt by
Well, well, well, well Hello baby Fool, one day you're here And then you're gone Well, well, well Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah I know
Well, well, well, well Hello baby Fool, one day you're here And then you're gone Well, well, well Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah I know
Baby tani kofe wa to sope no She no know say one day man go blow Life na one by one not two by two My padi no worry your time go show Alaye double
of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? you can't
barely make it, we got crazy cash On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin At the Grand American givin
me Now it's gon take a fucking calvary Before i give back or i hear another apology Back on my bullshit baby pardon me Nooo I tried So hard to be by
Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was
Casablanca by the caseload (caseload) Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (mangoes) I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it (face for it) Ayy, I swear
frenchie , wooh an Flocka too So if ya wanna test my crew STEP now by yo self boy You gone need HELP Desert eagle under my BELT Mac 90 double clip or Flare
the boom shot Hit you with the lyrical bash, so won't last Rudebwoy check your stash, caught the cash And if you don't like dat Somebody gettin bitch-slapped
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