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treat her like a drum

Moving on the lines running
Buy something
Got pies in my oven couple onions
Keep a dozen get em high I keep em buzzing 
You know

by my side
Super star feminine great forty out up there
오늘 밤 나의 꿈 너에게 들려줄 게
All of stars wait stop just break it down
I don't know what you're talking

of your demise
Feeding into your desires
Under a disguise
You guise and blush and gush
While being brutalized
By the lurking down under your floorboards
I

I need that gas
Backwood full of medical
Talking my shit
For a nigga who skeptical
That boy is a opp
He moving too federal
Hallow gone chop you
Turn

Tryna fix a broken home fuck around and tape the roof,
Said you would die for me,
They know how im layin tho (Lando) but I aint smash Rocky Badd

under my wing 
Close your mouth
We don’t care 
Bout what u think 

[Verse 1]
You dreamin’ don’t you see
40K in one week that was me 
She was busy 
But she

down with my hair in the breeze
Pretty little bitch right beside of me
She got blonde hair and them pretty blue eyes
I just need you by my side

I been

Niggaz
Always Notice me
Rolling Round with yo BM
Bumpin Freaking you by Jodeci
We Getting money Nigga
Why would I Lie
Every time That you be calling
She be

Yeah, we do not play, boy,
Leave you in a grave, boy,
Gettin' A.K., and we shootin him in the brain, boy,
Forty-seven bullets right to the fuckin'

Damain's Hook

Red Hot Lover Tone

#1 Player [Single]

1994

ain't no homo shit, but I'ma get up in that ass
I keep rappers on stand-by, you hear me?
Fear me, clear me, blowin up tracks like Edward Leary
I

every sip
I black out start sayin stupid shit
Nothin you deserve I act like a prick
Don't know when to quit I just drink my fifth
Drunk in a ditch cuts

Juice, Juice
	We got the Juice
	We got the Juice, yeah
	We got the Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice, Juice
	Get Loose

Verse 1 (Savage Jayy): 	
What you know

of stuffin'
Just twenty feet of rope and a pocket full of nothin'
Drovin' all over this land
Well the days get hot and the night get chilly
You sit by the fire

in a cookie jar like
Knuckle deep in a fat bag
I'm pullin' the 4-0
Causin' that temper to explode and
The gat to unload
On a motherfucker, point blank,

He chose not to pause as planes passed by 
For one in the crowd, his muffled words 
Triggered the insight for which all had come
Words, at last, are

minute
Sixty minutes in one hour

The tocks on the clock
Are one hour hand blocks
Hour by hour
Sixty minutes on the clock

1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock

NYC in '77
And I late in '78
The fires burn but the lights are down still

Come rifle through while I wait

And take what you can carry
Or break your

on accordance
You get clapped by this audience
I always paid attention
Cause it don't really cost much
Maybe only just your life
Them Choppers be popping like

the fuckin' 'Wood, yeah
That shit real life 40 grams by myself
I smoke that shit in a hour
Call me Mini-me like that nigga
Off of Austin Powers
LA where I be,

faster

One hundred and twenty five beats per minute. You feel it
One hundred and thirty five bpm. Faster-faster, as I said
One hundred and forty five bpm.

is in one
Is in one thing
And let you
And let you move
By the sound, the sound
Of life
The paradise is not for me
'Cause i think the cigarettes are

into your sleeve
Landscape tilt to snow season
Marble palace cold as can be

And I think so highly
Whenever you're by me
I am so free yah yah yah
I can't

Graduated U of M, summa cum laude, few of them
Just had her first IUD, ain't tryin' to have birth by Obie T
Louis bag, big as shit, rule area,

hope dat i dnt make it
I live in da trap where i tax for da paper
Was raised by da realest dem killers an dealers get left on da pavement if u tryna play