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If These Trees Could Talk

in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I

With those old PMS blues PMS blues I don't want to talk about it, we both could do without it Got those treat your kids bad, don't you talk back Gone

tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions and hopes I lived for times just like these

with the niggas that pack the heat and a sack of weed, straight outta control, testin' souls, hoes, niggaroes, playa haters, and the po-pos as well. If we could

my tab, oh Hey, pretty lady, lookin' at you I'm thinkin? maybe I can slide up and talk Feel my active, feelin? attraction, gotta brother thinkin? of askin? If I could

these streets Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around

I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey kid, CATCH These nuggets, these nuggets, these nugget ugget uggets with

about atomic you gotta leave all These good people, dream on Nicer than the bird up in the tree top Cheaper than the chip inside my lap top All the variations you could

these hoes Don't sweat it baby, you'll never be my lady Take this bone, straight to the dome And get on (get on), 'cause I don't wanna talk Shut the fuck