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I was with a horse with a lip so fat
ponyass with freckles on and mouthful of cat
eyes all square and a breath so sweet
never have i seen a horse so neat

horse loved me and i loved she
we was all official on our french balcony
neighbors be all eyes on us dont need no TV
horse in all positions damn i miss thee

used to ride horse to the local store
said hello to homies that i knew from before
everyone with thirsty eyes wanna try she out
i be not letting go i be keeping us proud

waking up in whitebed placed by the view
city looking ugly and body feeling glue
no need to be movin but i wanna talk to u
i be all ok with all do u be ok too

horse be gone u be all alone
u be no more fun u be alcohol
nothing new for a trash like u
but a trash past horse be a trash of blue

u was with a horse with a lip so fat
pony ass sweet, mouth so cat
u was with a horse u was being so cute
u is now alone, story end brutal

´´´´´
doctors be prescribin codein for my pains
tellin me it all looks good, tell me it will wane
givin me anesthesia tellin me think about the game but
i be thinking about horses i be thinkin about ur name

hello my name is i dunno how to unlock my phone
im dreaming about to be reached cus i be home alone
u thought i was a gangsta or u though i was a hoe
but all i was was better than yo mama in the zone

310 g off my chest
wrapped in a bandage
like a bulletproof west
eleven ounces off my back, ill be
sippin on some sizzurp ill be
smokin on some crack

310 g off my chest
u shouldve known baby
when i told u be my guest
eleven ounces off my back, ill be
sippin on some sizzurp ill be
smokin on some crack

i was never a gangsta i was all wannabe
u was wannabe too but u got off with he
now im down with the crystal pop french in high glasses
what am I without u worse then I without asses

i was pulling the horse med it was contrary ways
it says power is the word but you is wrong in the hayz
you with dreamwalker the chief and the answer over there
take the horsemed or u lost will be eyes will be glazed

310 g off my chest
spit it all out
threw it to the west
11 ounces off my north
going forth
up off the the floorth

310 g off my chest
u shouldve known baby
when i told u be my guest
0, 6, 8 pounds off my twisted back
choppin on some sizzurp
screwin on some crack

NO LOL OMAR

fix me some more horse u be
prescribe it for my bellyaches
u know my life will need u
like the fat kid needs his cornflakes

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