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Aye, go, bitch let's get it going
Let's - Mmn, aye, let's get it going
Say you finna up that stick but you not finna blow, shit, I'm already knowing

hand
Forgive and forget and sleep in the sand
With the fat moon shining like a big brass band
Wanna laugh with my buddy and shake her hand

Cause I'm

one predicament
You try to choose a loyal
One and stick with it
My stupid dick again searching for something
To jump and then start humpin'
Convincing

and Soleille
If it’s up there then it’s okay
You gon’ see me in yo doorway
I got 4 rings
And I keep them knuckles brass on me no gold mane
Wet you up by Glenmont

So lil boy tell me where ya shooters at
Shoot at me shoot it back
Literally do the maths
I was outside wit my handy
Parked by tangee
Me

boys with no back bone
They can't get it by they self, always need somebody help
But see me, I do it alone
And I ain't never been the type to give yo dog

Im just tryna do my thing
I don't give a fuck what ya bitch think
Im just tryna do my thing
I don't give a fuck what a nigga think
Why is it so hot?

with out hitting a lick
Imade it legit by taking them trips 
You flexing the money I'm stacking the shit making it flip and do it again 
Balenciaga spent

friends
We makin' that love in the Benz
We do it, and do it again
We makin' love in the Benz
My bitch in love with the bands
My bitch a ten out of ten
She

got a man, so we jumping a friend

Ayy, beating it up, dukes walk in the house, she said, damn boy, it sound like a band
Swiping the wheel, while i pour

head by goodnight
And move on to ya neighbors like its nothin', do it twice
Frustrated, my stomach achin', I hate it
I think it's 'bout time that my

it’s no fairytale
Screaming my name big 33
We done it before we gon do it again

Need racks like am kanye
Thousand bands conceived in the 19
Black

Woke up today (Fuck!)
I thought that it was tuesday
When do I break? 'Cause I think that it's consuming me
I find a replacement for all those things

crustacean
Gotta keep writing lyrics, so I'm picking up the pen
I just made a huge hit, and I'll do it again
Now I'm feeling so calm
Now I'm feeling so zen
I

bad ion feel shit 

Yeah yeah yeah yuh 
Everybody cuffin cash 
We can do this shit the hard way 
Or you can drop it off yo ass (nigga) 

Yeah yeah yeah

on that metal like he was in band playing brass
I bet that shit blow like a horn
I bet that this girl come and blow me like they do in
Like they do in them

Switched like some bitches I cut them so easy
Man I swear i'd do it again
If you be phony can't go where we headed
Yea they were fake can't give them no

my side Right on my side
Ride by my side you there when I Need you God yeah On God
If you need it I’ll give you hand
If I had it I’ll give you band

to gracefully allow the past to hang like no big deal.  
Bands that break up and then reunite for money can do whatever they want but it makes me glad that I am

Please do not disturb the hustle
I hear barks, where's your muzzle 
Your mouth's the fucking struggle
Soul-ties compromised 
By niggas playing

2 just copped me a Luger
God damn

I just copped another 90 on my wrist
Keep a 9 on my hip
With some brass on my fist
Flat stanley woth the way it

this I see
The image what do it mean
Distressed he fell asleep

Awaken, he continued through the trees
The snow formed a drained lake, a mark of insanity

just keep awaited

Old friends turn enemies and dig your grave

There's water in your bitter glass instead of wine

You'd like to hear a brass band

I'm downing a bottle of gin as you see me smoking a whole pack again
She choosing me over her friends that do not mean that she getting bands
Put her