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• Spitting Fuego - Tom-oh
• Do What You Love - Tom-oh
• Sour Face - Tom-oh

Say hi to a boss, listen to me spit it I'ma kill it's a given just don't press pause, spit them bars,
Don't go soft when shit geT's hard.
I'ma just grind till the day I die turn water into wine so it's free when I dine out, so new to the game but I tried out, now I hit grandslams while they fly out.
Everybody checkin for the beats that I be wreckin wait a second lemme show you all the beats that I rhyme on, volume up all the way on the iPod, frat star boy witta flow like my god.
I'm ripped, but the bong stay lit, don't blood don't crip I'm white as shit.
Suck it up and just take a hit, do it fast or I'm takin it.
The Ladies think, that I'm out this world, some uh dem call me an Avatar,
Spaceship double as a racin whip, you don't even have a car.
Pop champagne till the death uh me, throw the cork in garbage, rest in peace.
Neva next to leave, always last, ya girl texts me when she wants some ass.
Uh huh, take ya hoe, it's better if you listened to the radio, they don't me play me yo, I'm still waitin fo, a dotted line for my name to go and get,
Signed, got me thinkin I'm gon be next in line, like L O L JK smiley I'm lyin but I'm tryin too.
Word from my lady she don't like it on top, so I roll down the roof uh the coup when it's hot.
I drop that shit, take a rasta rip, getta cloud around the whip like a martian bitch.
Take off from the line like a coke head, pull my hat down low on the forhead,
You get no head, decapitated, when girls gimmie brains, they feel famous.
I get faded, you just a loser, drunken baller, Carlos Boozer.
Facebook users like my page, this beat's sick, might have AIDS.
I get paid, for jammin on the stage, all my friends gettin minimum wage.
I write and rhymes and blaze, blunts overs jays, rooms filled with haze, got weed for days.
Son, G's always tryna take me one on one, cuz I bang their bitch like they bang their guns.
Just for fun, startin beef, put it on a bun sit down to eat.
No parakeet, is flyer than me, I'm who my peers inspires to be.
I'll give you props if you're higher than me, cuz anyone who says that is a liar to me.
Turnin heads, earnin bread, suck at school so I rhyme instead.
Everybody tell me that I'm iller than the rest cuz I spit shit quick no saliva left.
I needa breathe, a ball for stress, a moment away from my computer desk.

Go ahead an roll the weed up, pull a seat up, kick ya feet up,
Call to ask the homie where we gonna meet up, to re-up,
I, Live a life that can be cool at times, perform and get high, go to
School to get by.
Parents who support me and do shit for me, friends who can sit back relax
And sip 40's.
Blunts uh OG, kick it and share stories, cuz they're the only ones who know
Me, my homies.
Sippin a bottle uh Andre, always the cheapest haters bettin that I'll
Fail, Sea Biscuit at the Preakness.
Smile back at em, kindess is my weakness, they're gettin texts from their
Homies sayin peep this kid,
My name is highly discussed, so if you get up in my way you gon get, camel
Crushed.
I'm a young individual, money not yet residual but, I'ma get it one day,
Someday I'll be rich, bitch.
Life ain't all the money, gotta live and learn, Grab another dutchie, twist
It up and burn.
Do whatchu love, follow your heart, listenin to others may tear that apart.
We got the munchies in the kitchen, Doritos I can dig, Pabst blue ribbon
Cans to ash cigs in.
Damn, always surrounded by some woman tryna make that cake, there's a
Taste uh how I'm livin.
I'm blazed, rollin a doobie an sparkin a L, on stage, security buggin about
The smell.
Well, I apologize to those who get kicked out my shows for lightin up their
Smokes,
Yeah I know that it blows and they never do it to hoes, only bros up in the
Front row, who bought tickets months ago.
Somethin like that, they rolled it up fat, little did they know they'd know
Light then be chillin by themselves out back.
But, Smokin weed is a must, so if you get up in our way you gon get, camel
Crushed.
We the young individuals, money not yet residual but, we gon get it one
Day, someday we'll be rich...
Life ain't all the money, gotta live and learn, Grab another dutchie, twist
It up and burn.

You feel it, I feel it, put em hands up, cups to the ceilin,
You feel it, I feel it, finna make the most uh this evenin.
You feel it, I feel it, put em hands up, cups to the ceilin,
You feel it, I feel it, finna make the most uh this evenin.
(You feel it, I feel it, put em hands up, cups to the ceilin,
You feel it, I feel it, finna make the most uh this evenin.
You feel it, I feel it, put em hands up, cups to the ceilin,
You feel it, I feel it, ha, fuck it.)
Take my hand, pull the kid aside, she wanna one night stand.
No strings ties free, tie free sick shit I needa IV.
We'll play doctor together all night,
Man, Better yet she'll Bite me squeeze me grab touch me feel me,
Bitches blowin up my phone can you hear me Siri?
Tap another keg up pronto, liven up the party you hardly drinkin I'm goin
Hard dig it thinkin the,
Dress coat filly bitch I'm feelin like a milli, Rep New Yawk, walk it
Talkin like I'm Diddy.
Gotter on the Wonka she otta be named Willy, Tell em I'm a rapper, they all
Like really?
Oh yeah, word to ya mother, a detective in the bed, I gotter goin
Undercover.
Man she always lookin hot whether it fall winter or summer, Done shots all
Night, hit the lights in this, bitch (wind out).
Drink, chase, sour face, wait... Don't we all gotta graduate?
Say, Drink, chase, sour face, hey... We gon do till we graduate.
In like 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go.
Say 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go...
(Drink, chase, sour face, wait... Don't we all gotta graduate?
Say, Drink, chase, sour face, hey... We gon do it till graduate.
In like 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go.
Say 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me,
Won't,
Won't leave till they make me, won't, won't leave till they,
Won't leave till they, won't leave till they make me.
Bust that move, getta little a drunk, get her in that mood,
Pour shots for 2, Better Hide that booze fore, you get screwed.
Cuz that dude right there's getting blacked tonight,
Finna mack tonight, this what Frat's are like, If you thinkin it's the
Life, you exactly right.
Without No pledge on, it's a taxi night, Wait, No pledge on? That can't be
Right.
Gettin pathetic we needa a beer and a medic you got a second to get it
But I'ma betchu forget it.
Puttin the bottles on credit, we gettin points on the spendin, Spit game
Scorin on a Happy Endin,
Hey, let the light die down, give a little toast ya life right now,
Ciao, that's lights out, but I'ma stay up if she might get down.
Drink, chase, sour face, wait... Don't we all gotta graduate?
Say, Drink, chase, sour face, hey... We gon do till we graduate.
In like 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go.
Say 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go...
(Drink, chase, sour face, wait... Don't we all gotta graduate?
Say, Drink, chase, sour face, hey... We gon do till we graduate.
In like 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go.
Say 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me, won't,
Won't leave till they make me, won't, won't leave till they,
Won't leave till they, won't leave till they make me.)
You feel it, I feel it, put em hands up, cups to the ceilin,
You feel it, I feel it, finna make the most uh this evenin.
You feel it, I feel it, put em hands up, cups to the ceilin,
You feel it, I feel it, finna make the most uh this evenin.
Drink, chase, sour face, wait... Don't we all gotta graduate?
Say, Drink, chase, sour face, hey... We gon do till we graduate.
In like 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go.
Say 3, 4 more short years uh so, no, won't leave till they make me go...
(Drink, chase, sour face, wait... Don't we all gotta graduate?
Say, Drink, chase, sour face, hey... We gon do till we graduate.
Drink, chase, sour face, wait... Don't we all gotta graduate?
Say, Drink, chase, sour face, hey... We gon do till we graduate. (Finna