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feltzpreviews - 3rd quarter lyrics

and i tell them that its the streets that raised me
so please understand that growing up was a little bit crazy
kept getting hazy instead of learning in school
i was with the fools always fightin’ while listening to a zee
its me who made me love listening to o’jays
that old school music with a zoot and some oj
i’m focused on my future i ain’t worried bout them old plays
i’ll be balling like ive got air when ive got on my jays
f-ck these old problems they was so yesterday
i can’t see the haters cos ive got on my oakleys
before i hit that p-ssy we be doing foreplay
tryna move these pac’s till my stacks are biggie
and know my style is tru like gk
your mad cos your b-tch got my shut on replay
but little did you know my d-cks in her mouth when we play
your girls a thot i know you didn’t antic-p-te
on the block getting chops like im rozay
feel like an outcast like my name is andre
i’m high out my head i think that i am mj
when i get to writing i leave my pen in a state
i make sure you hear every word that i say
i do it my way when i k!ll these beats
cos i dont play
but just know one day it will be beautiful
i might make music like im the pharcyde
and blare my music why i’m on a car ride
like u dont want this to be over
sat down reminisced why listening to stankonia
pictured having s-x on that girls waterbed
thats lived on the edge of portishead
the rap marauders
better lock away your daughter
watch this b-tch freak out while i’m smoking on the skunk
take her to the backroom and tell her get out them c cups
then she see’s my d-ck and wants to f-ck
but i ain’t thinking of us marryin’
flows cold like them winters
been weeks on ends ill be grinding for a dinner
tired of the rumbling that my stomach makes
so ive gotta go a d grind for everything
so getting rid of bricks like tetris
this new k can give you a haircut
b-tch dont make us get the drums out
wishing that the bullets dont come out
its f-e l t-z
tryna get b.i.g. and i dont mean grow up
tryna dodge a witness i. the whip while listening to hova
one day ill find a way to make beautiful music
the sort that got me to f-ck your sis
plus your chicks up on my d-ck i know this
tryna find a loyal chick to shotgun this two-door whip
tryna find a loyal chick thats the sweetest thing
tryna find an angel with the prettiest wings
but when its drama she can play dirty
got myself a ride or die birdie
hi there got a idea beat it repeat it
cos girl you’ve got one thing that ive needed
i’m sorry i was addicted at a young age
now she keeps asking for the subway
dont come round here acting confused
on the strip turning bricks into cube’s
cos they love my packs dearly
i dont need to paint a picture i explain it clearly
keep going up every second i dont need a lift
maybe one day i can make beautiful music

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