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imoutos call me senpai
Girl I'm yandere suck your blood 'til it runs dry
Staring at those legs get entranced by those thigh highs
Been hypnotized so

lied 
Now we standin' up and she's sitting down 
Better watch for the hose when we march through your town 
If you're black or you're brown eyes

lied 
Now we standin' up and she's sitting down 
Better watch for the hose when we march through your town 
If you're black or you're brown eyes

the yodel of life

Your name is Bob, you're my heart-throb

I lost my job when I got fired

by a guy named Farchie, he was full of starch,

he smelled like

was meant for them
So who the fuck killin them
When it’s the same
Shit
Drive by
Hands dial
9 1 1 dies
Everytime bullets fly
That's a problem
In places

on the internet (Yeah)
Snooping around the fucking trap because you been a rat
I can make a call and tell Duke to come and finish that
When the pack delivered

Call me Jordan when I fly
Two fifty onna dash when I drive by
I been in it so long
Think I must of died then the feeling came on ya
I been so alone
I

and white bitch 
When I'm in it call it a S'more

I want to be filthy rich 
And spend it with my friends
You bitches can't tell me shit
That love is pretend

Feel like Osama young nigga gone' blow. Only designer I put on my coat. Whenever she ride, put my hand on her throat. I'm in Minnesota now I feel

The way you ran your mouth
 It seemed like you was willing/ to get yo ass beat
To a trap beat
 Grind you like  meat 
 Lemme know how she is when you and god

Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same

I might get us matching green Maseratis, call it 4-door synthesis
Her eyes closed, she bobbing her head slow, I can tell that she into this
Chest

calling saying that she want me back right now
Funny how you finally use your phone right now
Use to miss my calls, and not text me back
But now you got

than a heart attack, girl
Is your heart attached?
Passion like a candle, when I look at you
It's like the match
Tell you 'bout the bitch that hit my

history over here trust me
And when we come around you
Bow down word to wc
I plan to make dough make money my
Hustle so hard I can be O
Call me filthy rich

than a heart attack, girl
Is your heart attached?
Passion like a candle, when I look at you
It's like the match
Tell you 'bout the bitch that hit my

the scene
Okay
Need some TLC she wanna creep
Okay
Scary movie about to make her scream
What's up what's up okay okay
Everybody show love when I ride by

home boy R I P when he step to me

100 Rounds from the 223
Make em drop cold
Cold as the winter
Off uh pill
High as fuck
Walked em down as he fell
Sent

"no ball games"
I hid eighths in the door frames
'Cause I was fed up of the poor games
And Mummy smiled when she seen
Me on the TV now but I'm just

We are reaching the end
And I'm all alone
We have reached the beginning
And I'm still all alone
Didnt I look like the girl in your dreams
Is she better

part of your fam'
Not at all
You send 'em to voicemail when they call

I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk

thoughts
My selfish ways
I rather make these songs
She rather be with me
Was talking to my moms
The other day
She knows her boys an artists and always on his

Jay Park
*Girl, Girl it’s all good, Cause You
Cause you messin’ with a real one, We might
We might have to have a lil one girl
I’m at my best when

When I was five years old
I saw my dad on the driveway
And yelled out: "Hey dad
You wanna play some catch?"
I grab my glove and his glove