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him chances but he always take the biscuit

Missing, 
Baby you know I’m a misfit 

Let them, 
Get one up on me can’t risk it 

Blenders, 
Got me in

Big tipper
Let me see ya nipples
She get nasty
She keep grabbing on my, zipper
Skrt skrt I hit the exit stop by Mrs. Winners
I'm gettin' some head right

Cl*iro
I gotta do what I do so that they can let up

I'm nana nana nana oui
Going day by day

Now everybody is after their lil' diñero
In the whole world,

met nobody like her
Cook for me pray for me shawty never felt entitled
She was raised by big mama dawg you kno what that shit mean
Long as I handle my

dat kaperniiiick
City full of snakes 
Dats a snake pit 
So I D Rose, (gone) left dat bull shit (gone)
You want war nigga( you don't want dat) 
Put me in

on the beach in Costa
Rica chillin' on the sand
Reason I don't need no poker face
Is you can't see my hands
Ay, make them bitches fold
Trappin' out departments

as laughter, red slaughter
eaten by carrion, Sharon Bateman, fate, and Al's hair,
red sardonyx, red fingernails, lil' Red Ridin' Hood, MATADOR,
crucifix, red is

bitch ain't celibate I
Fucked her in your room
Sweep these lil' nigga up
Dust pan wit' the broom
MK's and we burn one of
Your hot nigga like soup
Two door

dreamin of a holier place
But people say hes phoney cause he lowkey aint a saint
Lil homie had a past, he was smashin' every d
The urge in his head,

cookin’ round here, Rudolph in danger

So it’s Christmas eve
I’m just tryna get down by the Christmas tree 
Know the budget been tight like some skinny

missing
Got couple of screws that are loose
Triple six on my boot i've been marked by the loot
Got an EX on my map and i burn it
Fucking my bitch 'til she

This How We Do

Slim Thug

The Big Unit

2003

7-1-3, Slim Thug, Lil' Ke
Doing it up with Mr. Lee, Nodd Factor, CMG
Boss Hogg, Big Unit, big primping
No tricking, what, this how we do it mayn,

can't help me
A man who acts senseless
This is L-town, we resort to violence
When you drive by it, you might get driveby'd with
Lyricism from the two
This

need a fan
See lil' mama choosy, I think I need to dance
So I ask what her name is, she said me
And who you going home with, she said me

Groupies are

a lil bit and you might catch a contact
I been down for my bros, 10 toes since way back
Got a lot of grip man the whip don't lie
Said I got a lot of grip

You speakin' on it vocally
Then you gotta be on the in, a known member
I think I still owe 'em
Lil something since November, whatever
Who need credit

Stupid lil bitch goin' in like Tekashi 69
Wrist Frozen like Elsa, now i can freeze time
I did that white bitch, you think i did a line
She gave me

thought
Stopped the bullshit done the brainwork
I got brainwashed by system
All my homies like the migos
If u get around my back we go illegal
Steezy taught

Celiné
Sip, Lil Purpp off of the lean
Pockets so damn fat, okay I walk with a lean
Super thot yeah you know she do
It all for the team
Yeah, she wanna rub

Quick roll the clips of the Mr me Toos
(Roll 'em) they tell us have a heart
While they're ripping us apart
As they hold a spade
Shallow grave dug up in