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intimate
Tell yo lil boo that I've already been in it
How's that fuckin feel you little chump yeah we can run it if you want
But I'm insane I'll hop

A criminal's paradise a convict with a pair of dice (Snake eyes)
Ain't talking stairs but I got cases and swear I been taking flights (I'm gone)
I

father proud and join some sports team but, nah
By the way havent said the f word yet
You feeling the vibe?
I'm on my next flight heading to Dubai

nigga
Was raised in the gang bang 90s tho
By the time that the year 2000 hit
My mama didn't have too much control
Excuse me if I'm nothing like these new

had niggas die, I be numb Lil' Brody a demon, he slide for fun
Shit that I smoke, not two, it's the one Whip him by the dick, put it on the tongue
Till

ability is pretend
Figure out, figure them
Figure who's in the pants
Dragging all the mud till I could see the end
By now peace, no fans
Something good

flows 
She's one of those a little psycho Ha ha ha
Like mrs smith and Brad Pitt
I love this b**** it go down down Down
Rumors says hills it has eyes
So

We makin' mils, y'all just be making memes
I hit him one time, only just a piece
You a lil' bitch to me, nigga, like a niece
Y'all niggas stay on my

Straight Lacin'

RBL Posse

An Eye for an Eye

1997

Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. see-Note, see-Note

*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*

No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you

might need you by my side 
The whip it get lil lonely on the coast when I go ride 
Never had a wingman it's just me and you we fly 
I say the nicest words

Like I have a knife
They aint fucking with the boy
They just passing by
Tryna make it til it's past tense
That's what would I liked
Supposed to be

'ma roll this dice like my life on it
Ex Bitch callin', man, she want me to put this pipe on her
Phones ringin' like a bell, nigga
I ain't know you was

'm dead you heard what I said
Bet, let me go in for the one time
I might just hit lil shorty up for a fun time
Take a trip and when I'm back count it up

It's mine still
You know the deal
I'm gon' keep it real
I know you're bothered by these bitches tryin' butt in
Pushin your buttons
But baby they mean

I'm faded
Dropped that neck and gave me Boca
20 miles outside of Boca, shooting shots like shooting dice
Is a risk like playing poker

If I see you, I

This for my brother
For my lil brother
New day, same old song
Blame myself for letting it play
New ways, same old wrongs
Cause my past I can't let it

put me
At full salute
You shaking that thang
Like a pair of dice
I'm trying to roll
And get lucky wit you
I throw a lot of money
Back it up, up
Use that

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
By the time I laid this down you already googled the sample
I said no strings attached keep my shit untangled
Heard it

opp på et unvers setter bilen i revers
Ta det rolig ikke kræsj jeg er så gassed
Går slow ikke fast mr. taxifil for life
Puller opp i ny bil
Bruker ikke

so my competitions pretty thin, 

They’re Lucky I’m skinny as fuck or I’d kill em by liftin up a fingertip,

My shit is such a friggin trip, acid is

this high before I don't have no deja vu
Got a new plug he be fronting me p's so i might play tennis by the way i be serving
Shooter got dreads imma call

can u line like money in the light
If I corrected u I love u I let dummies think they right
If the dice fall twice I can take 20 in a night
Got some

back
I'm from where a bitch a kill you and they all trap
Mall bags getting made by the Reynold's rap
Everybody puttin orders in watch em bring it back

I paid the price
Betting my last up on the dice
What you know about sacrifice
To be the man you gotta be a man that's the realest advice
Real Shit