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call When I phone I'm headed over there You better be prepared Pu-pullin' on your hair No kiddin', no trippin' My dog in your kitten My head in your
Taking these snakes out the ground I keep your number on mute And I don't know what to do So vent to these drugs and abuse Right now I got a 8 in the boot
Now I got a mission, the story unfolds What the wise men have told you Is already known That a woman and a man should go by the plan And we find
As Your spirit is leading, I'm willing to follow For You give peace like a river and a joy that overflows Total chaos when I'm led by me So my
by So take me to the chorus I lay four part harmonies on paths that lay before us We've been tripping to our knees, reality it bores us Living in
happening in my gut I try to keep myself busy But my head's spinning Make it stop Thought I had the flu, I called the doctor told my truth He said that's
Yo babe, open the door man I'm downstairs Na man I'm only joking I'm at home in my bed Whith a phone on my head I got a cold and a blocked nose
lose my mind I'd rather be dead What to face your eyes But I can't see the colors Now all is in black and white And I think that by terror That I'd
we At your head we At your top (On yo head) Think we play Defense when You post up at Your spot (Can't go there) Know some real Demons that'll Make
Judged by the torments in my head Something says they're wrong but yet I listen to all they say Reminders of those who are best Reminds of those who
Yo girlfriend she a groupie I took her out to the movies She give me head like beanie I'm gettin paper like loose leaf We pullin up in a 2 seat
Only a coward flees his fate Head high up on me Seen a few niggas runaway That's a mile and runnin' I got my blunts burned by the gram We light that
braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck You can ask my ex I bust quicker than two techs Caressed by a kid with category
myself I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account Young niggaz with money, that's
dirty dishes But the Genie in the Lamp gave Tash like 30 wishes First I wished for health 'cause I be thinkin' bout myself I be drinkin' by myself,
to the point You dropping your jaw And dropping them drawers yeah You know that I'm looking at you lil baby That body keep calling my name Your head in
what you did, said what you said Cleaned your room and made a mess in my head We can't be together, maybe I'll feel better instead With whoever that's
I come to believe if you had me and lost me Or you didn't take this chance Well this gone be your regret right here Pressure is what you feel Yeah
of the light Wanna drive until your brain's cleared up Too many thoughts You already got enough You get in your own head it's gonna get rough Just power through
Niggas is gone feel this one I don't give a fuck what you have to say I'm pulling bitches, like I'm adhesive You cannot keep up my name is Leezus
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's Them chips, the bellies Had you livin' on your knees (yeah) Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (yeah yeah yeah
See me in a Walmart, you know I got that thirty pokin' Treat his head like a bag of snacks, I'ma leave it open Ruthless boy, I don't give a fuck about
Make up your own mind Wake up your own kind Paint up your own skin Shake up the country White is the color of what I am not Black is the color
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