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nineteen
My new ones kind of older twenty bodies
Now I'm getting bolder
But my heart is colder
The Devil's in a red dress
I kind of wanna hold her cut her

song for those helicopter which killed them being called an Apache

Got one song for the cheating of the DNC

Another song for the silence about that by

must think she my bitch, cause she tryna hold my hand
Why would I cuff that bitch when she fuck 50 men
Niggas always tryna bite my style, they zombies

pullin' up her crop top (Woh)
Imma get it in
Imma get it in
I told her bring some friends so she brought like ten
Who ate my dick up like some zombies

a bowl
Oh, oh
Get on the floor
Five finger slip up her dick
I just divided a bitch
Ridin' a whip or the stick
Killers we dead on the beat
Seven divided by

think they see that
If you ain't got a thousand for me you can keep that
Just tell your bitch swing by the crib and bring her knee pads
He started

a mirror
Zombies walk around like its thriller
Shawty ass be movin up and down like a zipper
Ima show her some, I aint a beginner
If that pussy got some

for us to survive

This song, it's not a woe is me
It's my childhood song 
So, you would know it's me 

This song, it's not a woe is me
It's my

your life
Like the purge
You feel me
Ayo J you ready bro
Of course
Ight say that

I'm in a Brooklyn mode
Niggas is killing like ppl are zombies
(Talk

tap when I'm with her 
A family man Making plans , steakhouse full of dinner 
From laying down with a trigger , To lakehouse by the river 
God won't

the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)

tongue, oh no
Don't need to be loved by you
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she's singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, said, ooh
Just like

zombies
For thge children of a lesser god I dream lucid and see thru it don't be stupid
But to bleed foolish is to be human I built my reality with sheet

When the night
Has come
And the land is dark
And the moon
Is the only
Aye,
That bitch left I ain't trip on her, got a bag on her, she pouting
You

done

She like her, she like her, she like her, she like her
She walk around in the Mauri tennis
She like her nails done by Orientals
Hair, nails, heels,

die out (let it die out)
Took a drive down I-95
I flew south for the winter
Promised land, promised land
Come and take me by the hand
I promise I'll

by Pateks, celebrity status
Is what she adores but she's climbing the classes
This is real life, nobody gets passes
Don't talk to the crowd if you just

behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by

I just deleted the album, now I gotta repost it for this very song
Yeah yeah yeah
Psychologically going through a lot right now, I'm thinking that I

20 songs done
You know that you Can't stop us
We Royalty we kings like Mufasa
My mind is in a different place I ain't drugged out like zombies
And this

store, bitch, I got Louis on
I'm in the Louis store dressed in Moncler
The way that I get it, I know it's not fair
This bitch ask me to nut in her hair
She

whole life, with her words
Killing me softly with her song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read

whole life with her words,
Killing me softly with her song
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters and read

what's-his-name with what's-her-face, he caught a lucky break
Out Kentucky State, but shit, I heard the feds picked up his case
Snatched him up, plugged his ace,