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Eight Legs

sick Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks Since eight-nine nigga

, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs

up in my face 'Cause stupid bitch, you'll get served Get on my dick, and stop steppin' I'm startin to loose all my nerve Your thirty-eights, your forty

I'm sterile girl, we ain't never did nothin Cause only you and I know that the Common Sense is bluffin Little Miss Muffett, that's how the ball bounces Sorry you gotta bounce the ball eight

I?m broken down and nervous just still wanting more Eight reasons in me strong hands I slipped in shaky fingers like tiny grains of sand Your legs still

that shit Yeah, whatever Check it out man, check this one out I been rappin' for half my life I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic If you eighteen

just a regular day And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs

got my man on the side of me Mos Def-initely and we are (Fresh) Black Star (Fresh) G Young (Fresh) Hi-Tek (Fresh) Native Tongue (Fresh) Shawn J. (Fresh) Eighty-eight (Fresh) Ninety-eight

With (??) counter-clockwise You lookin' through the glass from the outside Be safe when you come in Cause death'll leave ya mouth wide Soul, legs and