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Bunhead17 Nov 2013
[Intro:]
'Sace, 'sace
'Knock one, 'knock one
Mustard on the beat, **

[Hook:]
Shirt, shirt by Versace
***** you better **** sumn
**, Hoes wanna knock one
***** you better **** sumn
Shirt, shirt by Versace
***** you better **** sumn
**, Hoes wanna knock one
***** you better **** sumn

[Verse 1: Kirko Bangz]
I just bought a shirt for tonight, **
And it cost five-hundred (Better **** sumn!)
I seen a bad ***** at the light, oh!
My car cost two-hundred (Better **** sumn!)
Uh, got 'Sace on the chain
Louis, that's my side **. Versace, that's my main
'Sace in the car so that's 'Sace in the lane
All day I dream about Versace on the linen
****** at work and now she bugging me. Versace John Lennon.
I only want the ***** if she expensive
**** the ** in Versace, had some boojie *** children
Doing what I’m suppose to do
I'm in Versace my ****** they in 'Sace too
Ain't no fun unless we all get some
If I'm *******, then my ******, they ******* too

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Hundred-Thou' what I'm buying here?
Talking lion head (***** better **** sumn!)
Hundred-Thou' on these Cuban Links.
Medusa Face (***** better **** sumn!)
And my shirt eight-hundred
And just copped a honey (***** better **** sumn!)
These bottles they hundred
I just copped a hundred (Man, ***** better **** sumn!)
Got syrup by the liter. *****. Homie, Ima beat it
Catch the ***** like Jeter haa
Picture a ***** balling the ***** get to calling
******* get to fallin
Kamikaze. Shirt by Versace
Know my diamonds flash paparazzi
Give a **** about a hater
I be getting to the paper
**** ***** get your weight up haa

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: YG]
It's YG 400!
Shirt Versace, ******* is a hobby
I love a ***** that **** **** so sloppy
In high school she was a **
Hundred dollar bills on the floor
***** you better **** sumn!
And that's straight up
I prefer a bad ***** with no make-up
I got my cake up. Ya'll playas say sumn
I'm never paying for ***** and I'm never going bankrupt
My shirt's Versace. ***** red like Rudolph
Try to rob me I'll **** back that shooter
Trying to count how many ******* ***** I ate
Why you do that? Cuz I love how it taste. Ooo!
Me and Kirko on that purple
Geeked up like Urkel
Middle fingers in the air I don't trust you *******
Spent my money on me so I can ******* *******. Ooo!

[Hook:]

[Verse 4: G-Haze]
Got a shirt by Gianni
In your main ** that's where you can find me
Why these haters want to mean mug me
Cuz I'm coming down clean and they ******* wanna **** sumn
Trick you better **** sumn
Stepped in the party make a ***** wanna cuff sumn
Po-Po that's a No-No
Give me Ocho-Cinco!
Uhh, **** that ****** by Versace when I hit from the back
She gon' call me "Papi" while she sit up on my lap
Sip syrup lean and I got it from the trap
But I ain't a dope boy
Shirt by Versace got me feeling like a coke boy
Gold grillz, gold chain, LMG be the game
***** you better **** sumn!
i Love this song... lyrics "Shirt by Versace" By: Kirko Bangz ft French Montana, GHaze, & YG.
Lori Gibson Apr 2015
Looking to the sky,
I see stars pass me by.
Or am I the one moving,
Without even knowing?

The depth of my thoughts,
Go darker than the ocean.
I can't see you most days
Because of all the emotion.

I can't understand why my feet never move,
I can stare right at you,
Without being known.

I look at your face,
And see your eyes pass my by.
I know I am not the one moving
Why can't you see?

I am looking right at you,
Are you the ghost or me?


-LMG
Lori Gibson Apr 2015
Screaming while crashing to the floor
Falling down into a black hole
Desperation with self-loathing
Do we really have to do this anyone?

Bruises covered with love
Lies made with promises
Bodies tangled with distraction
Who really feels this?

Drinking to cool nerves
Smoking to pace the heart
Sleeping around to feel whole
Why does nothing really work?

Running around in circles
Chasing the pain away
Searching for peace in darkness
How long will living take?

-LMG
Lori Gibson May 2015
Finding you in a crowded room
Like a beckon and hitting zoom.
Searching pages throughout my mind
Hoping I find the right words and a spine.
Dancing with endless left feet
Will I ever not trip and just leap?
Caught in the past
And never in the moment.
Turning around to face the bricks
A wall so wide I can never get around it.

Like a circle that is never ending
Maybe it is really time time to just step outside it.
Its hard to imagine a change
But I think it needs to happen.
A new beginning
With you not in it.

Starting with a vast an empty page
A new life happens
Not searching for anything.


LMG
Lori Gibson May 2015
Here I am
sitting in empty space
All I can do is think of you.
periodically looking at the clock,
approaching its fate.

Give or take a little, nothing changes
we will soon know the answer
once we see each others faces.

Our destiny will not wavier.
whichever way things go,
multiple options to choose from
how could anyone know.

The only question that remains
is which way, will we go?

-LMG
Lori Gibson May 2015
People searching high and low,
For something that cannot be grasped without knowledge
Love is more than a word
life is more than a story
happiness is found in yourself before others


Stop searching for things and live
Stop thinking everything can be bought and understood
Life is about learning
a new day everyday
take a deep breath and hold on for the ride.


-LMG
Lori Gibson May 2015
Let your soul be captured
let your heart be tamed
stop looking for something in the lines
love is a courageous thing

stop assuming
quit pretending
life is not forever
whether happy or not
love is a peaceful spot

never doubt yourself
nor disbelieve your feelings
your heart knows
love is true with just two beings

live knowing just that
be happy not sad
learn to appreciate what you have
love will wait
no matter how long it takes

and with this I end the truth
you are nothing but without clues
gather your thoughts and breath deep
someday you will find your mate

-LMG
Lori Gibson May 2015
I’ve been up since sunrise,
man, I love what the world looks like in my eyes.
A beauty so captivating and original,
Something I grasp onto and never let go.
If others could see,
you are everything to us.
Something to cherish and protect,
something that should never feel neglect.
One day they will understand,
hopefully soon…



-LMG
Lori Gibson May 2015
How bright would it really be
Without the sun to see
Can you see me for me
Or is that just too easy
If life is worth living
Would it be easy to die
I can’t stand to see you
Without me but I will survive
Are you and I history
Or could we make it blissfully
Do I know all your marks
Could I find you in the dark
Our depth could be unreal
Because our love is such a thrill
I am captivated by your movements
Would you just see me
Could you just notice

For forever in waiting
Or just debating
I will love you till the end
Even if as just friends

-LMG
Lori Gibson May 2015
In a sense
veins flowing to a foreign beat,

as you help me to my feet.

I don’t know whether to smile or frown,

because you’re the one that put me on the ground.

It was tough to stay for as long as I did,

but now that I have left  I don’t question if I will live.

Love can be strong. and it can be weak.

Sometimes it is deep and meaningful, other times bleak.

I no longer fear what love will hold,

I no longer love, that much is known.

You took what was mine in a sense,

now and forever you will pay the price,

a price so great you wish you could change,

but pure loneliness is your fate.

-LMG
Sadique Nov 5
I stood blindfolded, standing before  
a rotten, dead body, perhaps.  
My gut twisted horribly  
from the stench of the decaying corpse  
of someone I didn’t know—perhaps.

A lieutenant stood a few meters behind me,  
pointing an LMG at my head and said:  
“What do you think?”

“Listen carefully—  
your thoughts are a matter of  
life and death. Now, speak.  

What do you think  
about this rotting dead body?  
What do you think?  
Is it a he, or is it a she?

What do you think?  
Was it a Muslim, a Christian,  
a Buddhist, a Hindu, or a Jew?

What do you think?  
Was it black, brown, white,
Or somewhere in between?  
What do you think?”

Then the lieutenant screamed:  
“Why you ******* silence?  
I’ll give you a count of ten to decide,  
and then you’ll face the consequence.”

He began to count:  
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,  
four, three, two, one; zero.”

“What is your last wish?” the lieutenant asked.

I replied, “I want to see the rotten dead body.”  
Someone removed my blindfold,  
and I saw it was no one else—  
it was me.

— The End —