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dont got they shit together
I know it be cold even when its hot weather

Bust open the window
I need ventilation

Get this bread all day
Kush orange

a day, ain't puttin shit on layaway
But I'm still in Salvation Army tryna find some vintage flames
Yeah that's heat nigga
My bitch a fashionista
Them hoes

My folk told me take a pistol and I aint no thug 

The bartenders tryna kill no 38 snub

Bombay and orange juice going crazy on the floor 

I dont care

stretches
And it's peaceful, doing yoga feet holds
I've grown up three-fold and that don't much mean old
Prosecco in orange juice before i go in Monopoly

Struttin' with Some Barbecue

Bobby Hackett

Dr. Jazz Series, Vol. 2

1952

tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for

goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me

King of Loss

Pain of Salvation

The Perfect Element I

2000

the same
My talents turned to talons
Every monetary pile
Will buy me a precious smile...
smile...

So smile for the King of Loss
Feed from the juices

I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my

everyone I see (where they at?)
I could be a martyr for dying in the streets but
This is my departure I'm trying to flee the scene (I be out)
Now I need

the east
25/8 all my days in the east
All I ever do is spend my days in the east
I was bred by the locs and was made in the streets
Got money in my poccet

Superman back in the sky
Come alive when they hit that moon
A day by, rain down come soon
OSI, go try but you won't survive
Got Dentures, don't mind, hold my

Kung Fu

YBN Cordae

YBN: The Mixtape

2018

a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do?
I'm about cash if the route fast
I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means
Momma complain 'bout my Balmains, but it's

a nigga got a gun uniform and stars
Judging by the way I look or my cars
Doesn't matter the tribe
Wanna get some bribe
Pulls out his gun men going too far

Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when there's friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty,

and not much closure
Then I made a choice to deal with the sickness
Everyone I hurt did not deserve this
Turned my life into a living apology
Hoping one day

that she’ll be surprise
Next day I say “Jane look at me”
Gave her a shirt that said my name
I Said “It’s yours I’m really sorry”
She said, “I love it we

eager light I can see a face
Your shining knives by our fireplace
And even though I'm not afraid
The day that you stop I'll be glad
I'll rest my head

This some Anbu Black Opps shit
Know what I'm sayin
It's Lil biscuit in this bih
Turn my shit down like 20 db's
Coconut rum Lil orange juice

can't fire me
Cos I don't work here

I know I'm late and lazy
And here with no excuse
Yes, I'm drinking whiskey
From a flask marked orange juice
And I

the way you flaunt
Come inside enjoy the ride
Chill with me on norm
Girl stay with me till morn
Breakfast in the morning
Just egg hot spread
Orange juice

watch your next move
All white gowns in the Presidential suite
Chandon Brut in the flute
With a dash of orange juice
That's the only way I take it
And if

murky views
And pay no mind to those jelly few
While we on our confetti cruise

Orange juice, salmon, and rice
A ration of jam and pies, some ramen spice

could empathize with what you goin thru
I was blinded by the same shit that they been showin you
Tired of Red Bull shawty mix it wit some orange juice
I

By sunrise, it's me and you, orange juice, and grits

Someone cooking in a loose Navajo
Wake up smiling, make me feel I found a home

I guess that I'm