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Your J’s or your Life…Choose one


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Stage man I need MORE LIGHTS!!!!


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life…

been going through some shit…but feeling better as everyday passes…will be back on my grind sooner then later…

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at finding what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

She find pictures in my email
I sent this bitch a picture of my dick
I don’t know what it is with females
But I’m not too good at that shit

See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hood rats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that’s what I’m good at

And I always find, yeah, I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at finding what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

Runaway from me, baby
Runaway, runaway from me, baby
Runaway I’m about to get crazy, then runaway
Use the thug plan, runaway as fast as you can

Runaway from me, baby
Runaway, runaway from me, baby
Runaway, I’m about to get crazy
Why can’t she just runaway?

Baby I got a plan, runaway as fast as you can

24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move
You could leave or live with it

Ichabod Crane with that motherfucking top off
Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, ha, ha
Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off
Let’s talk over Mai Tai’s, waitress, top it off

Ho’s like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can’t blame ‘em, they ain’t never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it

You should leave if you can’t accept the basics
Plenty ho’s in the baller-nigger matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I’m just young, rich and tasteless, P

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know it did damage
‘Cause the look in your eyes is killing me

I guess you knew another vantage
‘Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don’t know how I’ma manage
If one day you just up and leave

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at finding what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let’s have a toast for the jerk-offs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

“Don’t Tell Me You Love Me”

[Verse 1]
I know your tears more than you cause I see ‘em so much
That’s what happens when you’re here with no trust, okay
I lied, cheated, you cried
You done worse shit, and I’m still here, right?
And motherfuck your friends
All them hoes hatin’
If you’re not down, then what’s your location?
I called and checked in every night and that was not probation
They gave they two cents and we ain’t ask for no donation
Man, you on some other other shit
Just found out about my other other bitch
Went from “I love ya” to “Ya don’t know who ya fuckin’ with”
Fresh off of vacay and already need another trip
She said I had enough tries
Oh, and I’m the reason that she doesn’t trust guys
What’s the perfect girl if it’s not the perfect time?
If you wanna leave fine

[Chorus]
Just don’t tell me you love me
You’re gonna make it too hard for me
I wish you were ugly
It’d wouldn’t be so hard to leave
‘Cause baby I hate to love you
I can’t make up my mind
‘Cause right when I tell you it’s over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
I be right back in bed witchu
So don’t tell me you love me

[Verse 2]
Wishin’ I would’ve tried more
She wanted the truth
Truthfully I wish I lied more
‘Cause when I was true, all I heard was bye more,
Fuck you, who is that? And I don’t know why more
We were picture perfect and I tore it all apart
But if I pick up all the pieces we could still be a collage
Feelin’ like we ended too soon
Used to stay home and do it in all the rooms
Back shots, I know what you like
Had you hittin’ high notes and you don’t even need no autotune
Nights I was Patron’ed up
Girls dressed alike lookin’ like they cloned up
Same nights I wouldn’t pick my phone up
And you was thinkin’ “Damn boy, grow up! “
And I could still hear her leavin’
Crazy, when a heart breaks it never breaks even
I even found another girl that’s perfect
And I’m the only reason we’re not workin’
‘Cause what’s the perfect girl if it’s not the perfect time?
And if you wanna stay, fine

[Chorus]
Just don’t tell me you love me
You’re gonna make it too hard for me
I wish you were ugly
It’d wouldn’t be so hard to leave
‘Cause baby I hate to love you
I can’t make up my mind
‘Cause right when I tell you it’s over
By the end of the night, I be right back in bed witchu
I be right back in bed witchu
So don’t tell me you love me

So don’t tell me you love me, whatever you do, whatever you do
So don’t tell me you love me
So don’t tell me you love me, whatever you do, whatever you do
So don’t tell me you love me

Best Kept Basketball Secret “Johnny Kilroy” 

Best Kept Basketball Secret “Johnny Kilroy” 

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…the agony of defeat…

…the agony of defeat…

$2,700,000

$2,700,000

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