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strangers
Fuck the racists
Fuck the cases
Got no patience ahh
I don’t know what to say
I sit in this room and my mind decays
I want her to stay
I feel so

out my sins
I cannot fuck with these niggas, they shady
The way I'm passin' this ho, I feel like Tom Brady

I know she hate when I'm high  she just

for yall
I fuckin brought this one down
To a snippet
So Merry Christmas
Mark that shit off ya wishlist
Thought I'd let you bitches
Know that I've been

to the bank
Yo bitch love me
Getting all this bread

[Alex Veach]
Rollin’ into Roma
With a fine suitcase 
Take you to my hideout
Whatever you please

Now we

Goddamn
Yo, this beat got me like
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Aight, let's work

Make his body spinnin' like a clown at the circus if I ever

to the bank
Yo bitch love me
Getting all this bread

[Alex Veach]
Rollin’ into Roma
With a fine suitcase 
Take you to my hideout
Whatever you please

Now we

the stage
Backwoods all in the rave now
Know I'm gon be great
Said I know I'm gon be great now
I got my eyes on your lady
The way I'm finessing is lazy

This a grown folk party So the Age prohibits
We den came a long ways from scraping pennies
But this is just a lil piece a lil taste a snippet
It's my

Speaking out this way? Can you
Imagine the deluge of crank letters, curses
Threats and obscenities I'll receive
After these remarks gain
General circulation?

pushing limits my appearance skin is coco
And I drop a snippet put the music with no promo
They want me to mumble but I’m way too humble (Way too humble)

leaving the premise
My bitch got a bitch, we fucking that bitch, I'm loving this shit
No way that I'm sexist 

I dont pay that bitch off, still boosting my

the ground like no one predicted
Work more and say less
Take me to the apex
Days felt heavy
Now they feel weightless
This that rippity rappin'
That make your

mentality, shout-out to Ab-Soul
I feel like a top dog, among a bunch of assholes
Ain't tripping, your not blowing this high
I'm living, look at me I'm fly
I'm

shawty
So they say I am by default
You Shouldn't cross me
I demolish bodies
You a small fry season salt
Post up with Guerillas we gooling
Issa Gwala World

fingers looking doughy
Count it by my lonely I got hunnids on me
As-salaam 'alykum how I step in talking bout a piece
Niggas ain't got power in they voice

pocket
To my driving foreign whips off the lot
I give a snippet show them what’s in the pot
They hit my dm asking when I’m gon drop I got to keep it
When

got lean in his cup
And I curve the bitches, y'all beggin' to fuck
He cool with them niggas, he ain't one of us
I cut niggas off when I feel low

wide still keep it formless
Gucci spot lick G's and you know this
Who taught you it feel
We let the moonlight come through deep into the slowness
You

of time

I'm the realist
They don't get it
I've been on this
For a minute
Break it down
Like a snippet
She go down
Call her a midget
I just spin it
Like

Take these rappers out one by one
Not stopping till' the job is done
Hear the beat of my drum
Feel the power of my gun
I just do this shit for fun
Yea

flying around the ceiling, been appealing to his eyes, he's tired of catching digits
Minutes pass, and niggas be showing snippets, the answers

Pussy tight wide still
Keep it formless
Gucci spot, lick G's
And you know this
Who taught you it feel
We let the moonlight come through
Deep into

Pussy tight wide still
Keep it formless
Gucci spot, lick G's
And you know this
Who taught you it feel
We let the moonlight come through
Deep into

the way you say banana
This ain't another love song, it's more mild mannered
Paper cut so thin, you could see the parts
Got these cowards all around me,