Ain't Trippin - Stvsh Cvash Ft. Son Of Sochi

Kontact for my cataracts,
Can't see the beat like an artificat,
It's buried deep in shit's creek,
Some might say it's a beauracrat,
But I see the money, never run for it, 
Never chasin pussy, you Run Forest,
Like a box of chocolates, my apologies, 
I'm a cold fuck, Gynocologist,
Now feel that hit, go dumb, go stupid bitch,
Goddam but not a Hoover crip
Straight A1, Battleship
She ride it like she got a GoPro
Then I Flip her over, (Surfboard)
She Yonce when she on that liquor,
Go nuts for my Donuts, No big Dilla,
ha I'm trill as shit, I'd put rims on a spaceship,
That's Intersteller, my movies better, 
Stars two bad bitches from my last semester

Simple Jack ft Yonce (Produced by ProfessorAlexBeats)

It's been a crazy day, lately my patience fade away,
Blame it on the alcohol, a couple double shots today,
Am to Am but I'm playin in the majors,
Slide in yo DMs, catch me slippin like the Lakers,
Know you'se a miles away, 
I just found some time to spare, 
Hit you up on Viberr,
Need to hear your voice I'm in despair,
In between these meetings, hiding in empty classrooms, 
Sending you naughty pics, I'm hoping you get back soon,
Double X and Os, tippin toes, and sippin 40s,
Subtle I suppose, how she work the pole, get it shawty,
Bubble in the rose, candle glows, water wet her body,
Hit in the morn, while she moans, and then I'm outtie,
Relaxation is over now that I'm sober 
C.I. hate when I cut flooow like Ayatoollah,  
I'm tryna hit gold like I'm HOV, No diploma, 
I Set fire to the truth, Rap Game Emile Zola

Emile Zola ft Pharell

My relaxation is contemplated by my concious conversations
Convulated by these captivating lacerations,
She love me not, she love me so, she love me slow like, 
She fuck me hot, she fuck me mo, never before have I,
Been star struck like a planet out of luck,
If she lay with me forever, I never would give her up, 
This paradise, cuz in my eyes, the sun rises, (and)
By my side I got the beauty of a goddess, 
And close to dusk we fuck, snuck a moscatto in the trunk, 
Dueces chucked, roll it up then we light it like firebugs, 
Night is still so young, my flight is the morn,
I don't plan to live forever but this Morgan on my tongue, 
Got me captaining this ship so let me steer the conversation,
Been electric for a while now let me bring the relaxation.
Don't get impatient, I'mma take my time to gauge it,
Have you up against the window, have your breathe condensate it like

Paradise

A little instrumental interlude from the album.

Coffee And Cigarettes

I don't got time for that rude shit,
Move quick, I gotta get back before I lose it, 
loosen
Woo-sah drop a goomba if I have to,
you don't understand, I need a fucking bathroom,
and there's a million of us, just like me, 
who shit like me, browse reddit and work I.T.
At work I pee, just to so I can use T.P.
but its about as thin as a fucking staple, see
so 32 minutes of my shit is really wiping,
give 12 for typing, and 6 for just swiping,
Hope my matches carry their namesake,
cuz if i eat a beefsteak I'm gonna shake weight at their mom's place,
and god forbid we get milkshake, oh lawd,
Need a truckload of baby wipes for the fresco,
Hope my splatter pitter-patter don't stagger my swagger,
Or scatter the platter and ruin my stature,
cuz really I'm respected, and worst case I'm neglected,
but I still have a throne, not sick just a bit septic,
Not a skeptic, but I steer clear from ethnic,
Cuz if I get me Curry my shit's apocalyptic

Septic

Cik git def ol,
Stacking up my payload,
If that AK goes click click,
you say Day-O,
Tally these banana clips,
I spit slow mo,
I be ripe for the pickin,
You ain't a day old,
Birak Barrack'la konusduyum gibi cak,
Yetenekleri inanmiyan'da saf
laf etme, hayat cekmece gibi Raf,
Yakalarsam hadi bas gasa bas,
Yas queen, my lean be so mean,
20/20 vision I seen all your jiins,
My deen don't ever intefere wit C.R.E.A.M,
Young Money militia cuz Old Money is kiing
Bow down to the crown crown crown
Brexit out this bitch if she down for the pound
Heard you gang gang gang, Hear you sound sound sound
If you talk that shit then it's Blaow Blaow Blaow

Sit back and let facts hit, 
Keep it real my g, don't even fax it,
smoked a backwoods, now I'm talking backwards, 
Now i got the hammer, now she finna go back wit,
me and my dawgs, confidents for some dons,
stay trusted and gel together like fonz for the cause,
now of course we stay on course to cause some caution,
and if you thinking bout giving birth to a serf we'll abort it,
I gotta stay blessed with lethal weapons
cuz if they gunning for my 1st then I bust back with my 2nd,
Speedin through 6 just to be pleadin the fifth,
and if they push me to the 7th, commit to being a sith,
Throw an assist then alley oop unto the truth,
If they call for Justice, play my voicemail in a loop,
of the Inauguration of a sacred satan scared of facing,
faking figures for fucking facists shot up for reactions

Son of Sochi

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