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pockets, stuffed withJolly
Ranchers.
when the NFL had the Rams in Los Angeles,
Charles Finley in Oakland,
And my kindergarten moment was the beginning.
Are Facts
There's A Beast In The Streets
And A Target On My Back
Ugh
Ray Charles Can See It
Stevie Can Feel It
Obama Can Speak
While GOP Sweeps It
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barely even know how to put on my own pants
But I'm
Roll me out in your folding bed
Last night you're unforgiven
Got a big rock inside my head
I get beat by women
Take your time finish your wine
Pretty
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
Shawty what you think 'bout that
Ill be in the grey cadillac
We in the bed like ooh ooh
We in the bed like ooh ooh
Talk to me, I talk back
Lets
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
at the Covid clinic
So dope with it put the SoFlo in it
And I make my own bed with the polo lines
I'm underground like a coflo written
Run laps around rappers
a single bear in there (cache, cache)
Did you ever have to make a draw
Did you ever have to make a draw
For a hard wooden bench or a bed of stone
For
and listen, you ain't, in no position
To deal with my conditional mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible, crews be comin' pitiful
Speech be sound
Uh, chillin' in the 6
Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist
Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist
Stove a thousand
and listen, you ain't, in no position
To deal with my conditional mentally and physical
Strength is indivisible, crews be comin' pitiful
Speech be sound
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
Sippin' somethin' on the rocks
I got a shorty that makes the bed hop
I got plans to spoil you even though you sayin' stop
I'm a drop that phantom
in my featherless, sagging, saffron wings,
i dance
my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings
wave in the air
i am drunk laying
as the Lankshore Strangler
Careful Andy, you could be in danger
Your Aunt Maggie just flew out the window
She's not okay, sound of a crescendo
By a hammer she got
by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money,
The principal that hand-deliver lessons to the school
I was making major moves, my dollar Déjà vu
My mission wore my ambition was brandished in the tool
To be
no body know your name
But looking like you do could be famous
I could see us makin' waves
From the back of the club
To a bed in the shade
Now I don't
home
Bitch too bad but I still want her gone
I go Ray Charles on these dudes I can't see em
Been snipin' his girl now he hot in my dm
I got these racks,
somebody after she touches me
Mami, I'm not your regular nigga; I know the game
But I don't play by the rules; I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will
the air mattress and popped it
Woke up shortly thereafter, hungover
No underwear, grasping a Bayer Aspirin and dropped it
Air Max in my closet,
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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