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FOOLS & BABIES
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Loaded Lux
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Don Demarco Beloved The pitfalls of waking up with limp balls Fog filled halls Tall men with menthol Withdrawal. Who want the smoke? I'm tenfold, your 10 fall Swear he gon give his all And fear make a n***a small Mall cop, playing action hero get you back to 0 RIP tee's, tatted murals, weirdo Jada Pinkett, I hear Willow And with it the (?) you gotta (?) Cause I'm gon get them n***as who got away Your modern day renaissance man, goddamn Well your lifespan depends on a plan And my circle on tornado Strong, they notice the breeze And no hurry to the cane but we gon win all we can You with the band. Who you playing with? Say that sh*t, you gon lay it then Shaky text got Nix'ed, '86, Nix wasn't sh*t Or maybe it was just I hated the mix n***as be all in the Kool-Aid, but never in the mix I'm just--some rapper, yup Visible vernacular 'Member n***as used to laugh at us Now we hit their women backing up I'm my own man, bachelor Move the people like a trafficker Don't be the next sucker n***a in a casket that ain't Dracula Flip the bread like a spatula Rich chick, but I practice her Don't know why the best head from the chicken-heads and the ratchet ones But ask yourself How could I do anything with (????) Like stick and move, like rob a n***a like some wing(?) denim 'Cept the beam get em or the cemetery Competition never looked this scary Don't be worried but you look weary All around you if you looking where we at What you sipping, Yak? What you sniffing, coke? You ain't ask Molly? You ain't know we dope? If I'm in the ring then you on the ropes Bell ring, anybody home? Maricons, adios Then my body rose I'm in tune with the chi No Wayne, no Hollygrove A hour in it then it's vamanos Polk-a-dot, that's dominos Baby I got billion dollar goals Make it look like a hobby though True fear, they be lying though I'm on point like a rhino Wheel power, I been riding out since about GT Dynos Young n***a not dying though Who did it hella fine though? Money talks, it's the guy code Black, white, albino Let bygones be bygones Yeah we can get it n***a, why no? Knew a holy man that knew a slower man that once learned something from a (?) Realest sh*t I've never written Back when I used to freestyle I just got a moment Time is money in the meanwhile Hit the Go button, no Robitussin Man I know the function, n***as slow and struggling Focus up and get the dough f**k a n***a, throw me something Gotta show me something Talking for the lawyer She owe me one and I'mma loan it to her Beat it up like I'm a dope producer with his holy ruler What Holy ruler? Man the Pope (?) in the air Take a whiff and it's gon make you sniff These n***as- They the scent sweeter than a Valentine's Day gift card With the purple hearts and the red roses and the blue violets Picture in it with your boo smiling Porn set and you the new talent n***a you wilding with the label on your back And your lady on your back And your bills- You done took a n***a work and ain't pay him back Man them days I had your back sh*t you used to do was crazy But God, take your fools and babies
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