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finally
Ready to do my own thang
Ready to get these
Ready to get these rings
On our fingers
Make it official
I know you Muslim, so you don't do rings
But

Bunk shit, mind on fritz
Battery on finger tips
Cunt kick, bruising lips
When i run up on a bitch
He will see my eyes
Stare into the abyss
Blunt lit,

Cowboys

Fugees

Score: Bootleg Version [Video]

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot

Cowboys

Fugees

The Score

1996

Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your

Hungry

Bubba Sparxxx

Dark Days, Bright Nights [Newtown]

2001

crackers livin good that ain't what my stomach say

Man I came up in the grains with Jen and Steve
And every meal I ate consisted of some bread and cheese

to sit on my wrist
The world at the tip of my dick
My needs bout as bad as my bitch
HUH
Stop the superlatives I hold the burden of making my family evolve

ass while trippin slipping fallin in the river
All the homies call me Nemo cause I’m missin half my fingers 
Got a stingray for an arm but im not steve

popping right off his beam
We take off in the coupe we was never in the scene
Pop my fours on 4bandz then I leave
I got a bag, I got it fast like I'm Steve

Yea
Yea this that Dicey shit
That young and reckless
Might just snatch ya necklace shit
My trigger finger itch
I feel like Bobby
Might just catch

and the candy paint gone drip.
Wood grain pistola on the dash, for a late night tip. 
I hit my side bitch up, cause my baby momma tryna drip.
Can't get caught

When i'm getting rich i'm getting gas by the kilos
Swerving in the car we going fast down alamitos
Blue cheese money on my fingers got them feeling

BUT COULD YOU BELIEVE
SIMPLE AS ADAM AND EVE
LOOK
NOT NOT ADAM AND STEVE
LOOK
KICKING GLASS OUT WITH MY FEET
UST TO WHIPPING ASS BUT I PRACTICE PEACE

Steve, I craft my own
Feel like Jesus Christ it's Jason Bourne memeing
A lead role, Jason Voorhees
Tease truth quiet white mask miming
Out the box like

done
Not the black ones in my phone
Not the brownies back at home
Hey why you front of me now
I thought you'd be runnin' by now
Still runnin' yo mouth

my mother
Or just your hoes

Ill tell your ass right now
Check your tone around me
You dont wanna get loud with me

Unless we talking by the pound
Put

Filo
Ice on my wrist, Imma let it shine
All the diamonds finna make you blind
I got a baddie right by my side
I'm finna blow up, it's my time
It's my

can't do no new friends
Got the drop on one of them lows lows
We fixing to box him in
Got pulled over by a Lola
But this ain't Space Jam
My dog hit me for

(Slainte)
Quid pro blow my dick to and fro
Just have some fun
No need to look so austere
(Lay by my side)
Open your mouth wide like a totoro
Fill your smile

by
White widow creepin in my lungs I'm getting high
Knife dripping with the blood of my finger tips
It tastes like sugar when I kiss you right on your

don't you speak up on me, cause you don't know me lil nigga
They like to creep up on me, I keep my finger on the trigger
Increase my wealth, I'm gettin'

Light In The Cave

I See Stars

Treehouse

2016

you were pretending
Just hold on me and I'll wipe away the marks they drawn on you
Here it's you and me cause I

I'm holding on by the tips of my

barely In my system
You got hot off gimmicks
Now I’m In my bag and all my shooters never miss shit
Ya  I go by big fish
Ya  I give her tip tips
Price upon

that this innings
Ain't ever gonna finish, I'm in it, hey

Your finger tips in my hair
I can't get over your stare
Let's take a trip to no where
I'm

and get on my level", I'll be right up
Twitter fingers and gangsta writers
Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider
Yeah, and you already know