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on anybody track
Walk in the booth and drink
Down a fifth of Ex-Lax wassup
Now phone home
My nigga Punchline is on, wipe 'em down

Your boy carry that flame I

find my soul
Maybe it's in her possession
Teaching me too many lessons
Getting raped by Satan's sister
My dick got all kinds of blisters
Yellow road

Check it
Yoh, my girlfriend treat me worst than a dog
Remind me of the story of the princess and the frog
Only my man, froggie, he got a lot more

spun n*****
Like weed rotations a collider
Stand for nothing fall
For anything the floor is lava
Relationships going distant
Gotta reassess it, keep

All I Think About

Bad Meets Evil

Southpaw [Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture]

2015

on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still

immortalized
A legend to be analyzed
I wanna be like all that
But in my heart I feel flat
But fuck that shit 'cause in fact
I'm my own worst critic to be exact

below Timbs, I'm sporting my Bishop boots
What comes out of that is
Known as the deuce deuce i pew pew
You pume when I'm spraying the perfume
The Devil is

A Florida boy tryna be a voice for the entire state
They tell me that my ambition is gonna kill me
I'd rather that than be driven by nine to fives I got bills

bones sticking out
Showing what is weak having doubt never standing out
Crucify
Hang em out to dry with their hands tied
Wouldn't wanna die with a sad cry

boys
Hoppin' out coupes
Way too big, when we pull up
Give me the loot (Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck

Yeah, everything about you is so perfect
You say not being enough is the worst thing
Sure you had a love what is your first thing
Then I will find

with all of my heart

I wish I could rip it out and show it to you
But I can't
I'd give you the world instead
I gave you my heart

Girl you can keep it

Never needed one of y'all
Let the bullets fly
Let em all fall
My tongue is considered as a murder weapon
Hit you with a line
Daze you
"What Happened"

Cobra
He done did too much and had a heart attack
That ain’t my fault is it?
Maybe I lost vision in my eyeball
I'm lost, bye mom, wishing
Hoping my pop

posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm

we've been spotted by the perp
And his weapons are primed
I'm reading six searing lasers with custom fire lines
The kind that could rip through my shields

when you see me out
But it's killing the boy inside
Pour up me a cup of rye
I wish you was by my side
You ain't tho
Tried but I still can't let that pain

grandmother is living on it
That shit made, me who I am today being honest (Yah)
If everything was peachy and my life was rated PG
Then my songs be kind

still believe in sinning
Heaven knows I’m different
And I only measure myself against you
In my lesser version
Boy, you know I hate comparisons
I wish I

wasn't even thinking
You not even my girl
I apologize I mean it
My jealousy's the worst

You so kind I don't deserve it
You so perfect as a person
Wonder

Which is the worst kind of sound to be!

Oh, sorry then

It's okay
Sans i already forgave you come on!
Let's go enjoy some Grillby's!

Uh, Papyrus?

these Top Dawgs to chill with my down bitch
That is no lie, I'm a nice guy and a wise guy
With a bright mind fresh out of Muay Thai
Don't like to beef

me
I can only see what is of me
It wasn't funny
But fuck it even the fam forgets about you
I worked my butt off making jams and not selling out too
I'm

Regime Mobstaz

Yukmouth

Godzilla

2003

street niggaz
And white boys that'll eat niggaz
I don't need a butcher to do my reppin
I get mines with a heat nigga
Pass by the spot wit' yo piece
Smokin'