Here was the dilemma
a shit with an umbrella at my cellar
lettering quick, the medicine sip, whatever
I'm clever on some acapella shit, that's my main strength
but never been too bad as well ??? get this brain thing
I think the light's dim, not the type to fight gin
and bent like sike to hit the bed and strike skins
Right then the phone ringing but left it
blowing in the night like the west wind crescent
my preference is a heavy snare, yes instead of some soft shit
got a sweaty pair of breath mints
The stars be glown,
we spark weed holding hands and let gold be the cardio and stamina
Top physical condition when I'm kissing
Switchin my footwork, I cook birds chicken
she took off my cardigan, told me start again
I'm getting more bad bitches then Mad Mardigan
With no candles, R&B stands as a glamorous clothes
I rock no brand sandles
I'm dealing with fans, your dealing with man holes
it's romance, and more important than sancho
I never snuff lights, i'm having rough nights
but I must live up to my rep right
touch ice but my blood warm
snuff any nickname, when he get semi-drunk it's a fuckstorm
and some more couldn't hurt mixed up love and war
like porn rum and pepsi, 1 for a skirt
yikes, but I wanna just get done nicely
and yo girl, your shirt's what entice me

Yo i'ma do it like this
ask you if you love it so if so it's on
and boo, if you love his flow it's golden
yo it's all good
what you running under the hood
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I heard it through the grapevine
word's groupies got the eyes on the crew
it's like to get attached loosely at the waistline
booty makes my day, yo the bassline
boogie nights got to groove crazy with them cutie pies
70s shit, you bet me i'll never be rich
i need to get me a celebrity bitch, check
this kid can't afford henessey,
but swish many more cheap 40's then you weak chords will ever sip
and rap effortless, bless with a certain eff of essence
the better beef curd spreader specialist
specifics, yo don't get it twist
drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice
trying to get to paradise, no asparagus
just a paradise, dominoes and some sheratons
solid gold providence in the hottest nights
get the halls height wall to wall with a squatter hose
and all of this a life of panty hose
expansive heights patios and random fights
Yo my boys got cameos, dance in the rain with phantoms
all happy like we back again
I can never end it better then the last LP
so take a picture actually,
let the image help me
remember when it fade like a dream
and I pass my name and dash off
yo to rap with demons

Yo i'ma do it like this
ask you if you love it so if so it's on
and boo, if you love his flow it's golden
yo it's all good
what you running under the hood
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