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Sinner Little Head

little head is so shot without you My little head can't hold the thoughts You put inside my mind when you walked out My little head is so shot without you My little head

full of ice See the rims roll like the game of the dice Plus it came with the pipes, came with the top Had to get it sliced, like a head full of lice

us Catholic girls can be We make up for so much time a little too late I never forgot it, confusing as it was No fun with no guilt feelings The sinners

?" Maintanin, it's the same old thang A little stress, a little bullshit, ain't too much changed I see you kept it movin, you see I kept improving, she nodded her head

for you i said a long time no you start warm is a ripple every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble watch you're little head fatty boo and give

I aint trapped in months So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch Or have em catch em when send the pinebox Leave your head wrapped up months,

I aint trapped in months So nigga actin stunt my glock packed a punch Or have em catch em when send the pinebox Leave your head wrapped up months,

sick of waiting in vain, tired of playing the game Thinking of making a change, finally breaking the chains Every phase, every happening ?craze? When it's said and done, my head

give me a ride. Well, I was thinking about a heading to Mobile, Alabama And that was just last Saturday night. I can leave you if I wanna, little