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more broken heart for me No more tellin' your lies to me (And another one) I'm lookin' like I got my head on right, so now I see No more givin' you everything

I'm so evil, No Knievel But I stunt hard, my front yard - got horses. Think that porches from midevil, There's no way this can be legal Two hundred while I'm blunted

Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don't stop It's motherfuckin' game to rap about, shits' for real Double action, ain't gotta cock back no more

playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more

You can't roll a blunt to this one You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this

means more flux Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear More money means more Louis, carry

it comes down to this recordin', Im must be LeBron James if he's Jordan No!, I won rings for my performance, I'm more of a Kobe Bryant of an artist Same

poster pimpin' Yeah, I got her pinned up Hemmed up Top to the bottom, get your hands up Police at my door, knockin' Beggin' me for more, drop it Excuse me, Mr. Officer But what more

stars and the moon and the sky Just fall in love Let's go slow, we got all the time we could ever need We can catch a movie and possibly We can get together more