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Yeah see this nigga
Come see ol' light skinned mothafucka
I him and I'm addicted
Disturbin' tha peace is the
tell these fake ass niggas who you are

I be dat nigga named
Alert alert it's the atllien
College park boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me slick dick da
indeed, keep ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, southern
Fuckin' up ya agenda

I walk you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the of my finger
Call me golden
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up
Til is no seats left
You out wheat chex and fart out deep breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of y'all

Dat cries?
Oh dat nigga is
Dat nigga can't wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da fuck are you

I be dat bronze bridges
Playaz wanna ball or go on 'cause of my pitches
think I want they bitches
But I want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can scrub my
And y'all don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out extensions

Y'all in school detention that'll come out
Man I'll catch yo Achilles and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know what I'm talkin'
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all Earl and
4-ize twirl it out, lick it dry and it to flames
Not even Joshua can to war wit dis games

These bitch niggaz is and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da ears but its a in ya brain
And dats tha and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got hotter than hot shh)
sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all talkin' 'bout man
Shorty up at da radio man?
Shorty be man?
Man, let the name be
Who y'all talkin'

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo dick to run for
So lightening strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you what I mean
Not is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, to give to niggaz up on da block girl
Have you "Stop girl"
I rock worlds my 9 inch louieville slugga
wonder why they call me lova lova
Self
Ass
I bring 'em back to da like a '85 Delirium

Da Luda emporium
On da counter
You my diction
And my doctor nurse
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo
yo butt checks red man like Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Playa to ya boy
park nigga
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh