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Don't push your daughter in my face, and tell me that it's okay (my face, okay)
'Cause your agenda is to get paid, and get mad when it don't go
you with
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
Drinking off a dive bar highway
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
Told you I'd leave ya with neon
men
And kidnap children, for vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code
Snitchin on mad niggaz in a soundproof court
To get some of your sentence knocked off (nah nigga) you wildin
But you still be in Riker's Island gettin
songs, we clear the air
Go
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes
Turn the music up
Mustard on that beat, hoe
Tattoos on my face, nigga (mm)
Grill shining in your face, nigga (yeah)
Blowin' smoke in your
Feels like I'm locked in jail tryna pass the time
Aint a day go by where I don't wanna make you mine
Praying for the day when the Good Lord says it's
shouldn't have cussed at me
Hope you doing right by me, I don't wanna lose you to
Stuck in the rain tryna meditate, your pain abuse you too
Knock knock, is
you.
Am I just some kid that you went to high school with?
Or am I your biggest mistake?
That look in your eyes is so disheartening.
When usually you
Your bitch is choosing
You 'bout to lose them
Yelling, "Get yo' ass in the car, bitch"
But I'm much too fast with this hard dick
Short dog took your
laffy taffy,
Diamond in the rough, but diamonds don't get ashy
Shakin' ass in Florida, yeah, she tryna keep it classy
She from Tallahassee
Yeah your man
smoke take you to a higher place
Sometimes you just need your mind erased
Let that smoke take you to a higher place
Place, Place
I'm kind of high by
get mad
We smoke haze so much, get drunk as fuck
Bring the good stuff for ya ride cuz we can't stop
We smoke haze so much, get drunk as fuck
Bring
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
backstreetz
I don't give a fuck no more about the enemy
My eyes red because I smoke blunts
Niggas die every day, I don't give a fuck
I don't think you niggas
in a pan
It's aligned in the stars, I'm in line with your brand
Don't hold grudges, nah, we hold hands
We just get high, then vibe to our jams
she gets mail
I know you don’t want no smoke
I know you don’t want no smoke
Facebook nigga gettin’ poked
Nigga we come for your throat
Shoot you in
his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
To let the dutchy pass me by, let the left catch hell
If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get
If it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The forty third conviction, incarcerated in hell
by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We played against each other like puppets, swearin' you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your
em' out they clothes
Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low
My pockets covered in zero's
Bitches run up to me like a hero
My niggas rob like De Niro
Girl get in line and wait your turn
I be the teacher you gone learn
Pencils out take some notes
Private jet aint no joke
This shit be crazy crazy
You
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