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T I Chillin With My B

say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my

But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you (And another one) And though my heart can't take no more I can't keep runnin' back to you See, my days are cold without

late I'm so fresh I should be arrested new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch she said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm only asking you

a time Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit And if you didn't like that then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin

a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of

I hit a truck I?m so wreckless, my life?s hectic I?m in the spot with my r&b bitch Kelly Rowland, I got her open Got her up my ass, nigga we both in Ain

like me, truth to be told, I don't know many I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains cant see shit, I don't know where the f-ck I'm at for

feeling that I don't Give a fuck, we just chillin', watchin' chandelier ceilings high as fuck Old lady, don't blow my high 'Specially if you don't know my

whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine It's your lifeline, sqeezing my