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in the 80s
I'd be just fine on my own
I don't need to write a cheesy love song
To say that I want you
To say that I want you bad
I'll use my manly

through the grass
Lies shining like glass
I just gotta ask
Do you kiss the devil's ass
Because you got more skills
Than he'll ever have
Whoa
Third is that

get your man if he sentimental
If I don't get the memo I'm sending metal
'Cause we ain't just letting off on instrumentals no more

Got this little

what's his name, where's he live 
what is it he offers? what's he got to give? 
and I love you so much that when I caught onto your fibs 
I hit you like

a red flag

He's a Taurus sun, Aquarius moon ick!
Also, kinda short, just like his…
They call me Richard, little dick energy 
She’s born in ‘83, straight

a nigga out his Nikes

She married to The Game, that's wifey

Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee

P in the backseat finger fuckin' her

worth it, aye
I do more than just maintain, and never phased by a man who never had shit in his last name
See, you and I could never be the same
I'm

what I done witnessed, Let me tell you what I done seen

My dawgs'll help and expect no rewards, Just brotherly love
She slid by just to tell me I'm

The more grim, harsh, and bizarre a destiny my love tonight have got
The more pleasure I'll get out of
Pounding and moaning and weeping and howling up

There's nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slummin' it with the poor
They pull up in their carriages and gawk
At the students in

to the telly
Yo nigga too little his pocket ain't heavy
BDG bitch you can stamp it and mail it
I'm tryna put food inside everyone belly
I'm getting this money

shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly

Steve
I'll kill him in a way that you would want believe
I'll hang him off the roof, with a noose around his hoof
Yes he's a fucking centaur, I have

always love for HundoP
Nigga want smoke boy don't bring a knife I keep that fye with me
Got hittas that slide bout' me boy your ass gon die bout' trying me

I see the devil got his claws in y'all yea
But me see I spit swoosh yea it spill ya
All Oil pouring out no clause at'll
No pause at'll
I ain't writing

I'm feeling it now, I'm getting back in it
I've been out of here for a little minute but I'm back

Tired of the bad luck, tired of the opposition

video shoot like Von, he put his gun on fleek
If a nigga put me in the ground that mean he died with me
My little cousin bussin' down a pound he learned

the order
Sometimes i feel so challenged
When I do I pray and I seek balance
I love God bad bai but I still gah get this patience
Trust me with little
He go

I'm an Ordinary Man

Rex Harrison

Best of Broadway, Vol. 4

1959

never would, never could
Let an insulting remark escape his lips 
A very gentle man

But, let a woman in your life
And patience hasn't got a chance

the eyes on the talent
And the show is tonight, in the cellar is Fallon
And he lookin' at me walk
They say I got it down by the way that I talk?
I don't even

and bread by systems that were horribly formed
A nightmare in Hell street where feds meet with informants
Active is the threat , I’m never one to be dormant

can't call the kettle black or even point a finger
Depending who you speak with I'm the same type a nigga
Don't we all got drama trauma easily triggered

ignore
You said you wasn't priority, oh?
Gaslighted your insecurities, oh
Strangled your energy, left you so drained
Brain spin in circles, he left you for

making ends meet by eating celery 
Don't you look down on me
Looking for love in the wrong place
Starting falling for my best friend's blank
We've been