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in yo faces on a daily basis
I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis
I got three Jags in my parking spaces
'95 Air Max with blue laces
you can call me
want to take you home
To the very last house on Melancholy Road
When you ain't got a penny for your bus ride home
And the hole in your sole is in
You got peanut butter and celery
You got the Nat Geos with the titties
An extra kidney and The Matrix on DVD
But you got no Atari
And that weed you
coast, East East coast
Yo when Snoop and them was kicking buildings down by your fucking house
Most of y'all was fucking quiet like a church mouse
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Get yours here just click the clicky
Right underneath my left foot
Don't forget folks you can reach us by
Calling or visiting our website auto net
I'm cold in my heart
I'm cold on the throne
Surrounded by snakes
Made it here on my own
I played my part
Now I'm cold to the bone
Ye I got a house
really in these streets I was barely ever home
I was barely sober baby thought that you would know
Casamigos in my cup got me moving slow-mo
By the way
what you sayin'
Bring a couple buddies wit you, girl we ain't playin'
Baby must miss read me, cause she miss lead me
Has some niggas come by later
Bass, bass
Yo
Just bought a house, can't deal with the space
Just bought a beat, can't deal with the bass
Before you used to live where they'd
with this
I’m so high or maybe it’s this plane I’m in
You can feel high, but actually you 6 feet under
That might be the reason rappers be six feet under
you're blocked
Then I let it phase out
But I don't wanna play house
I wanna make home
With my man by my side
So can you come home?
Come home
Everybody
when I was 14
Kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne Mike Shot Nookie Slug,
clock!)
He gharhi jaawa
(Time is passing by quickly)
He raaje kakariya ora kakariya
(Dear son-in-law, you are the king of our family)
Haunji inaata
clock!)
He gharhi jaawa
(Time is passing by quickly)
He raaje kakariya ora kakariya
(Dear son-in-law, you are the king of our family)
Haunji inaata
patron come take shots with a boss
If you came to get the party started girl just say
I want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way
What
name but you can call me Kinfolk
If it's your first time herein' it, man, this is what you're in for
A laid back flow with a whole lotta' swag
A lot
doesn't matter
Who are you
Who
Ever woulda thought it
Locked up in your house
With everything you bought it
Yuh
Back to the basics
Back to what grandma
now?
Got you hopin' for the glorious
Waitin' for that victorious feelin' wanted by all of us
Kneelin' and praying that the lord in us will help us love
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
on my shoulder until when it's over I promise you it a get better
I was
Down on my dick with a O had to flip see I'm trapping no matter the weather
She
the field with all my might I'll protect you. Back in December told a nigga that you'll love em forever.
I'm a movement by myself.
I know that you made me
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
wanna tip her
Eating at Red Robin's
I ain't tell you
I ain't stoppin
All that talk for the birds I'll do if able
I remember life with no cable
DVDs kept
anybody wanna be about it
I'm really rowdy and really wish that you would bring a riot
Nigga it's crowded, I'm diddy boppin' with potato silence
Nigga it's
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