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Brand New Mix Tape

sucker for anything acoustic. But when I say let's keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you'd grow up. This is the first song for your mix tape

sucker for anything acoustic. But when I say let's keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you'd grow up. This is the first song for your mix tape

Our shit don't mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show y'all

say I'm the king of Memphis, Tennessee Rap is a wrap, haters wrapped off in my duct tape What it take I say I been hard since first mix-tape Face get

keep me chillin' with the name brand Kicks and whips, going all out chicks, flicks and tours Yeah, you know, who you is kid truly yours This I dedicate to the mix-tapes

you might get indited, spend all your cash try to fight it and how ya like it, the nickatina roll dice - shoot craps, a brand new rap means a brand new

friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist A brand new

They played something They made something Brand new a baby blue machine Brass tacks, duct tape For the great escape Packed in there like sardines Back

sweetest hangover! Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy (Sadat X) Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! Mix tape flavor! (Sadat X) Money is the sweetest