Crucible

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Uh, yeah, baby, say yes, ain't no maybe
Make me lookin' like I'm crazy
I ain't tryna have no baby
I just want you to embrace me
Dick in her mouth like it's tasty
I know I hate you it may seem
But you in my head like a daydream
Quit the syrup, made me lazy
They talkin' that shit, but won't face me
Every single day I anticipate
How I'm gettin' paid since age three
Cut off your hand 'cause I hate thieves
She want the dick, but not Tracy
I'm moving weight like I'm Jay-Z in the '80s

Yeah, I spent a band on a Gucci belt
No, I'm not playing, I could switch it to Dior, it depend on the mood I felt
I want a couple bitches on me right now, yeah, I think I need two of them
I get a pack, I don't move with them
They acting crazy, I'm suing them
I don't want the bitch if she too upset
If she too depressed, then she get the boot
Plenty people out here gonna hate you when they know that you speaking the truth
I do not need no excuse, I got no reason to lose
I frequent the streets, I'm not seeing these dudes
They still owe me for the beats I produced
I'm gettin' fat, I think your pockets don't
I'ma try not to boast, but I just got another load

Uh, yeah, baby, say yes, ain't no maybe
Make me lookin' like I'm crazy
I ain't tryna have no baby
I just want you to embrace me
Dick in her mouth like it's tasty
I know I hate you it may seem
But you in my head like a daydream
Quit the syrup, made me lazy
They talkin' that shit, but won't face me
Every single day I anticipate
How I'm gettin' paid since age three
Cut off your hand 'cause I hate thieves
She want the dick, but not Tracy
I'm moving weight like I'm Jay-Z in the '80s

Boy, you so nasty, I think you got flies
Play with me, I put that bitch in the skies
Them bullets hit you, shit gon' rip through your thighs
You and me, boy, we got different minds
I be sellin' any given supply
Hit me for a feature, the instant deny, they like, "Why?"
I think you needing a different plan
Boy, you so broke, ain't no fixing with that
I see you pointing the stick, I just laugh
You thinkin' you bad, I'm bridging the gap
All of that shit really make me just laugh
I got your girly the bracelet that match
When she in my whip, she be breakin' the dash
Imagine how we gon' behave in the back
I was in a race and I crashed
You not no dangerous man 'cause you delaying your attacks

Uh, yeah, baby, say yes, ain't no maybe
Make me lookin' like I'm crazy
I ain't tryna have no baby
I just want you to embrace me
Dick in her mouth like it's tasty
I know I hate you it may seem
But you in my head like a daydream
Quit the syrup, made me lazy
They talkin' that shit, but won't face me
Every single day I anticipate
How I'm gettin' paid since age three
Cut off your hand 'cause I hate thieves
She want the dick, but not Tracy
I'm moving weight like I'm Jay-Z in the '80s

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