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Get to the cream by any means
They be like man what the fuck you do
Sit on my ass and get rich as fuck
Cup runneth over with many bucks
Everything gold

me, can't Cover 3 if all your Corners gone.
So we go, up, up, and away.
He got a truck tucked by the waist.
Cuz if you try he, he got hot-keys and he'll

there
Big enough for two so there's space going spare
Can only be filled by you everyone else I don't care
Doing well academically my grades are going up

know you think men are trash (trash, trash, trash)
But you can recycle, hun (oh)
See me, I don't fuck gyal for fun, so what, you tryna be my daughters

To please this insatiable greed?
Apparently so, 98% of y'all sheep
And the other 2% was fuckin' murdered by me!

Writing lyrics for like 40 nights and 40 days

a young fool
Like I had to
Maybe I just should
Put the red carpet and walk on it with a new pair of shoes 
Just to get hit 
By my ego for a new release 
For

more alone
Can I make time stop so I don't gotta be grown
Broken hearts endless lies got me thinking times two
I mean where's my heart at?
Can't even

ya caught with a Juul
2nd time
By the principle
When you spent all that money from holidays
Ain't got a job so you not really paid
Just to flaunt

I need all dead presidents
Getting money it's evident
Racks on racks up in my pocket
They ask why they fuck with him
All these groupies in party yea

don't leave me alone
Yes your body's all that I know
Your voice echoes through my head
I'm always tortured by your moans
Do you feel the same
Was the love

Always taking my time and I will share none
But I'm just wasting my life with my bare hands
Baby I'm bound to not really care some
Circling around 'cause

flying by so I gotta pick up the pace
But am I running towards something or just running away
From these problems ya these ghosts that been haunting me

A Week in a Country Jail

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50s & 60s Country, Vol. 4

on the phone
I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss
To tell him I'd be off but not for long

Well, they motioned me inside a cell with

roll out, no talk just splash them

Jailhouse got me swinging my arms like Unknown T
Dumb laws got me there cuh i had 4gs on me
Don’t tell anyone bout

time
I'll be up two goals by my lunch time
I don't second guess 'cause then my life would be dim
Why would I ever doubt myself when I know that I'm him

Every Single Weekend

Kam

Boyz N the Hood

1991

Wearin beepers, that ain't even turned on
A fake Rolex, tryin to look like a star
A phony phone antenna on a rent-a-car
Wait, it don't stop with the men

voice
Even the family and friends
Pulled me into the abyss
But after years they're old men
And not a wrinkle on my face
In pursuit of cash, they lost

through my phone speakers
That night I didn’t see you had a Bonita
We were making out in the crowded little alley
And you held me by the hand
I said

I'm rolling with the top down trying not to think about you (about you)
All these thoughts in my head now
I don't really know what to do
Probably past 2

In the line on the map
Calling me on the pink phone
You should add me to your ringtone
Hitting it good like ping-pong
Im running it up
In love with

Will we ever find ourselves an escape route?
Running circles in this fake house creates doubt
I will run away with you whenever you say now
Or take

ahead just jump into it
Ya'll here a body two pieces to it
Get stutted get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step like

ahead, just jump into it
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it
Get stutted, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like

Open up your eyes, watch me hypnotize with these rhymes
i disguise to make you realize, it's only I
The only one that ever gave a fuck about who put