Sixteen in this scheme I can’t get no peace
The block was mad hot when they shot Maurice by Crystal Lounge
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Elevator Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
I wanna know all the freaky sh#t that’s on ya mind a real one in ya life so hard
To find and i know i could f#ck you better take it to a whole other level cuz baby
Dirty Secrets Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
Her booty was hard body n#gg#s fitting to flex
But Petey’s producing said he got next
Friends To Foes Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
I remember when they changed up on me
When I started getting money they started acting funny
Put It In The Air Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
Ya half baked on snicklefritz shwag bag ridiculous as gag swag
From rag tag fag hag she ticklish like shrub rub in bong rip
Die Alone Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
I recall an open door, n#gg# waving his .44
Bust a shot through the floor of my greenhouse Al Gore
Golden Boy Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
My pops was the link to cops and a shrink for tattooed tears with
Invisible ink that you smeared inconsiderable absence Anthony
Ma Dukes Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
What’s an oompaloompa to oombasoomba like that U.K. brother
A Roots Manuva I’m recalling a soother us on stairs soaking walls
Top Five Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
Chastity couldn’t solve em Cassidy was a problem like Gucci C Murder
And Boosie n#gg# all them saw life on death row preservers but Curtis
Candyman Lyrics – StR8 GUttA
Bootcamp food stamps only get you so far
The bus was a must loser crusing with no car