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Kevin Harold Milton Jr.
Kevin Harold Milton Jr.
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Let me start like this I'm on my level hoe Hold up what you mean I got fancy talkin with my cup Wait is that not lean I'm On my level you already know Hold up what you mean I got fancy talkin with my cup Wait is that not lean Like hold up wait I be somewhere lookin down but still be lookin up No this aint codeine I got my own lil potion in this cup Sip it now I feel it make me do a lil dance If you look into my eyes you might just end up in a trance I'm on my level though Let me tell you how I know Spark that spliif and hit that shit always high and on the go Chasing money that's a hobby Daniel kick it like karate Feelin on my lady body Kissin touchin oops I'm sorry I just got off track I'm trippin I'm fuckin up Let me get to dinner best believe I'm bout to munch it up TTG know who that is if not just know his is a God Deity I'm sorry God Yea the one be goin hard Hotter than a hooker in the desert stuck in church Or sadder than a suicide cry which is worst Higher than a ufo while standing on a ladder Exes gettin madder cause my next is always badder I be gettin bread John derst I dont think you get it It dont matter you to simple minded stupid ass ignit Breathe fire what I'm spitting out lets just say it's hot I aint lien do this all the time aint even a thought If this was a race I will be first and plus some more Sippin out my straw and then I turn it up and go If you do not get it never mind just what I mean Look now look again Im gone Houdini from the scene Gotta keep it on me because everybody plottin I ain't never hidin so now tell me what you stoppin I be doin me on top of that I'm stayin low Gotta take this serious because I'm gonna blow Throw another back and why she talkin bout I'm trippin Always on my views aint no way I'm gone get caught slippin Jp turn it back just like the CD started skippin 9 Is kinda heavy probably why a nigga limpin Steppin through my section while these other niggas scares Some say that I'm crazy but it's all just in my head Salad with no dressin so my pockets extra fed Do a lot of drugs so I can't be around no feds I'm talkin bout these snitches and you know just what you are Doin all that talkin it won't get you no where far Walk it like you talk it cause they just may try your luck Hold up that last line kinda got a nigga stuck Why should I apologize for bein the shit Put some money on yo head then you gone see hit I call all the shots and thats just to let you know All about that action so I might just let it go Already know
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