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Crack Era
01:38
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I went from dice games on the block to popping mean bottles
Getting a kiss for luck from a show magazine model
She count the stacks then she show the riding skills
Shaped like an hour glass so I got time to kill
I'm for real and I'm in it to get the cream
Pretty women is sipping lean while gripping the clip and steam
Its vicious, I live the dream while sitting in tented C
LS's, whip headless while flipping the different screens
I'm with a sin city stripper that's kicking of anything
f you tripping, I grip the blick and you missing with semis scream
Y'all should get this on camera
Pardon this long hammer, but my lil friend
Spotted your white girl from the parlay view, I know this raw grammar
But you act like I'm rapping in French, Montana
I seen it all, from drug sales to the burners dumping
My heart's proof that painkillers never murdered nothing
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Rap'N'Bitches
03:37
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(Verse 1)
I'm trying to separate the now from all of yesterday's bullshit
And failing at the task of it, looking at reality
Trying to gain a grasp of it, trying to get this bartender's
Attention like, whatever you pouring, give me a glass of it
Distracted by the ass and hips and lips that lie, just that guy
Bitches flexing like I'm just that fly
Or maybe I'm stroking my own ego, in retrospect cause
In the back of my head, nobody else does
Dealing with a hangover, forgot about the tiger in my bathroom
Whoops, I mean a cougar, I'm still get used to
Seeing my exes with they new flames
Or on these magazine covers after showing em new thangs
More often than not, I be thinking like a youngen should quit
Looking for love cause really all I've discovered was clit
Text logs and bras that covered he tits
Was trying to give her my heart but all she wanted was dick and it got me feeling like
(Hook)
No matter how many times I try to turn the page
Still ain't a damn thing changed
Cause I can tell a lie if you asking me my whereabouts
But i might talk that real if you ask me what i care about
(repeat)
Rap and bitches, rap and bitches
Rap and bitches, rap and bitches, bitches and rapping
(repeat 4x)
(Verse 2)
Love don't love a soul nigga
Trying to understand that, is why I'm quickly becoming old nigga
Women change with the seasons, I say decent
Fuck being thirst, I was focused on eating, believe it yo
Or don't until you see it yo
Be the ones you cant imagine leaving that you end seeing go
I can name at least a dozen that i was truly in love with
And i could start venting the names like ehh ... fuck it
Don't concern yourself with what's inside the Styrofoam
Or the bitches I'm fucking and the pics I kept inside the phone
Keep scrolling to the right, you gone see some shit that'll piss you off
The kid a boss, cut from a different cloth, nigga naw
I wasn't tailor-made, no one measured me up
She said that she was engaged, that shit was messing me up
A day later, I was next to a cup
Instagraming the ass on the baddest bitches I was texting to fuck YUP
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[Bridge]
She just wanna vamp with an Ink Gang nigga
cause them Ink Gang niggas don’t sleep
Closed mouths don’t get fed on the boulevard
Yeah, you looking hard but we know you don’t speak. Let a real nigga talk to you.
[M.O.B. Trey Verse]
Some days, I feel stagnant, drunk as hell with a bad bitch
In my ear, nagging, cause all my ratchets is wrapped in bandanas
Was far from a bad kid but, shit, time makes fools of us all
And was fuel to the songs that you hear in your ear blasting
My peers act as if we ain’t still fam and all the stones they throwing
Can still shatter my glass house into a mere fragment
Imagine this black aura, I rarely check my rear view
Cause for me, looking back makes it harder to move forward
I was too torn and im sort of used to the feeling
Assorted juices and liquor get poured, abusing my liver
Was more amused with this stripper in my passenger seat
All on my belt strap and my jeans undoing that with her teeth. Dog she mean!
I’m sorry, mami, I can’t stay witchu
But I might lay witchu after I put this thang in ya
Might spend a night but not a day witchu
If I’m being blunt then blame it on these grab swishers, plus its 4AM
[Chorus]
Codeine and two swishers, OD and a few strippers
and that XO be my liquor, your girlfriend taking pictures with us
I don’t know what to tell you, but she want a real nigga
Man, I’m trying to tell you, that the turn up be for real(2x)
[Spade Verse]
I’m on kush mountains, codeine waterfalls
Bad bitch with me, she let her panties fall
Not shopping no malls, I’m ‘bout to get it all
She came with three hoes(holes), she like a bowling ball
Drank got me sitting slanted, my kush tasting like candy
Nina is my companion, stand ready I’m roll banning
Your bitch a Cocker Spaniel, but she don’t speak no Spanish
all she say is “ah” when she make my babies vanish
Yeah, and you know that XO is that liquor
That made your girlfriend send me pictures of her licking on her sister
Licking pussy holes and kissing, told me only for my vision
Did I mention they was strippers trying to pay for their tuition?
Her stage name is Vixen, she on that poll, she upside down
She twisting and flipping, it’s like they locked in competition
Like a twerking exhibition, they both made racks in minutes
I got a text from Vixen, she said “Come stay with me and Kitten Bright at 4AM”
[Kaiken Daily]
las cuatro de la mañana comigo a me casa
Let me show you its capasa when you fuck a nigga proper
Never let her meet my momma, let’s keep this shit one hundred, baby
I’m just trying to run you till the early morning sun up
She say “Kaiken I love you” and I told her take a number”
I told her she’ll find someone but she’ll never find another
It’s 4AM when I leave the club, 6AM when I’m leaving her
No LL never needing love, all in the cut now she bleeding love
All the events that was leading up, to the heating up when I beat it up
Flat on her back while her feet was then I speed it up and go deeper cause
She want a real nigga just to keep her up, knock it out like a fight when I sleep her cause
Then I’m out that bitch when the streets wake up, Kaiken don’t cuff
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5. |
Amo Feat. Lil Wayne
06:34
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6. |
She Can't Wait
01:50
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Shawty that's my night piece
My type freak thick blond hair blue eyes SHEEH
If I ever desert her, its after dinner
Drizzling white chocolate in them white sheets, she like "eat"
She frequent in lingerie stores
Mama so voluptuous, I love her hips
And thighs, the plumpest limps ...
I'm not a sucker for love but I'm a sucker for something she got
Maybe Its something your eyes do
Or the way you shake when my tongue it your thigh
Maybe its the way you sucking the cock, say you love me, a lot, when I'm sucking ya twat
Before the tip gets stuck in your box a brother is like ...
My baby got that good love
Got a nigga fiending for her good stuff
She do it like she fucking for a wedding rang
That Mike's Red Hot, I put that shit on everythang
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Lately Feat. oneFRIDAY
04:22
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8. |
Runaway Love
03:46
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10. |
Blowing My High
01:52
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Hilton 38B
02:50
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12. |
Jade
03:46
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M.O.B. Trey Texarkana, Texas
I give people a piece of who I am through music. That's all. Hope you enjoy the sound of how I feel.
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