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outback road

If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
Where the fuck you been?
Tell me right now, where

A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk

back if you're clapping at K
Or we could swing it out like back in the day
And you're a pussy so it's
Like Jack at the game
What the fuck's a bag full

send me blurry, naked selfies, must have Android
Step out the yard with VVs, pray I don't buck no jack boys (VVs)
I go wherever the cake is, I'm

Ayy, ayy, I ain't even gon' lie (wild child)
Think the reason I fuck with John Wick so much 'cause (Vxsma, yeah)
'Cause he was really chillin', you

chopper piece
So I phone big cuz for a one chopper, sweet
Just to see if that one chopper beats
By now, you must know what chopper means
Clip black, but

who’s the deadliest 
This is the first joint we wrote
Speaking of joints 
Ima hit this blunt real quick before I sing the first note. 

Fettuccine:
I’m

Real source, catch me plugged in by your light switch
Rollie on my left, bust Patek on my right wrist
I'm the type to go and get it, you will watch

a label then get me known
Bought a new lab, new crib we gone
AKs, SKs black with chrome
Fresh tour bus, time to hit that road
Can't take the world if you

man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would

all the dudes in the grave that was alive who got set up by a woman
The power of lust is to destroy all the men and the women who are feining

Ice Ice Baby

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If

on the road
This before she had me
This was back when it was my sister then alone
Battling some demons on they own
Why she raising daughters by her own
Not

the old man
And drink it with him till I can't stand
Never been so lonely when I get home
I'm gonna hit up all the homies
And then we'll get stoned
See my

It's like, I aint trippin y'all
Just sippin more and sippin hard
I cook it soft
I cut it raw
I hit the block and flip it all
I been locked in juvie hall

to hit 'em
While his children be with 'em, bag drops
Slide up and twist 'em
Thirsty for clout on your laptop
That's how you get finished
Homie was cappin'

pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)

cuz you're an old fad?
So sad, these younger rappers just got the gonads
Go mad, need to evolve just like a lotad
You'll go bad, now hit the road just

She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in

Thrift Shop (Originally Performed By Macklemore, Ryan Lewis feat. Wanz)

Hip Hop's Finest

Thrift Shop

a skeet blanket, and then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Miller
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take

Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha

Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous

intoxicated for me to take the high road
Since the Whiskey came, I done lost my way
Lost myself in a drink

I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself

like any other?
Name in the book that's been compiled
I'm on a next thing I can not be labelled
Placed in a box like jack
You try count me out I come

We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out