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Juicy Flow
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Get Twisted Sundays We at it again R.I.P. B.I.G Look, it was all reality My man really had no salary, clothes raggedy Chili bowl on my head was a tragedy No one laughed at me 'cause whether they were student or faculty When they came to cabernet, referred to me as your mastery Lowkey, a coping mechanism, I sold dope 'cause I was broke And hopin' to divert some attention from the fact that we was five kids Livin' in one room, ain't hit me 'til we played hide and seek Nowhere to run to but the closet, deserve applauses for makin' it out of the slum Gotta be flawless or ill and cautious to make it without a gun Hear ye, hear me, loud and clearly Ain't no Bambis on my block, they get turned to deer meat Ugh, rap cats fear me, Yahweh steer me Biggie must be near me, how these beats be dearly The party, don't start it if you can't finish hard My partners retarded, was jackin' foreign cars But we was just in high school though Would marv safely on the daily was advice to those Guys who told me they can't live life too slow And then I teach them how you came, how you flow Had-dad-dad-dookie I'ma grind 'til my momma out here droptop coupe'in Thot thots choosin', block hot, crock pot brewin' Touch Fat, I c*ck back and have your top su-woopin' Blood, it's all peace, little buddy Murder tracks and interludes, word to ['Rique and McCuddy?] Used to wanna make the trunk stutter like Bubba Ray Dudley Get my highly effective habits straight from [?] They got me readin' on the low, disagree with me and bro Ultralight beamin', lowkey feel like a beacon when I flow I remember bein' po', we were sleepin' head to toe Jackin' oatmeal cookies and Star Crunches from Stop & Go Kenneth Cole, guest jeans, penny loafs Every day I was digestin' plenty those It was cold, who'd ever thought that I'd heat up Put instrumentals on my plate, then break 'em down, then eat 'em up? Not me, before this I played ball, you can Google me If I met you in the hall, it was a eulegy Swear to God it amuses me how I went from broads chewin' me To tryin' to groove with me because I musically Transition, now I am at a higher level Call me in the rainin' season, it's some dry weather Chose Fat 'cause I knew I couldn't acquire better Me and Fat Notebook status, we tryna die together Don't smoke, but if I did, we'd get high together Or do like the OJs, probably cry together I ain't gon' lie, though we abstinent to the highest level But soon as the ceremony over, I'm eatin' pie for dinner I'm gone
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