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Number hae so e cale already everybody is bobbing
I’m a pro throw a fit if it don't make a profit
50 G’s is a show hey nigga bout to top it
Now hao

spent a hundred some racks
And that's just for a head
Still gone draw down with the stick
I'm with the shits
Aint letting up off this bitch
Lil Shawty be

I vet out the bull
Set that shit aside
Back on my groove
I cannot deny
So cold too smooth
Take my photograph
Pretty mothafucka yeah
Can't apologize
I

duplicate
If that shoe will fit, then I'll throw 'em on
Run a motherfuckin' marathon
Get the torch then I carry on
'Til it burns out, and it turns out

surtout dans la caisse
Je touche la crosse quand je passe les vitesses
Elle veut un feat, elle bouge son cul
Elle croit que le rap c'est basic fit'
J'ai

gon take a nigga out
Bitch nigga I can help you pick a dress that fit you
Life's too short to be long winded
And Hoes too thirsty to be called women

late
I’m not trying to be good I’m meant for great
E be some way when the house niggas have a field day
Yɛn pɛ kyem pɛ still we fit play
We dey pull

release all my anger so you know what I know and you know that I know I ain't ever gonna stop this shit till I grow horns like a rhino
Which does not fit

I'm a bad shone I get money
Told that nigga better leave me lone (Leave me alone)
He ain't giving dome (Ain't giving dome)
I'll fit that nigga in my bag

今日が最後みたいに

流れ弾に撃たれて 不意に痛んでさ
塞いだ same old shit
Love never heals my pain
吹き荒れる candlelight

ぬかりないよ 言葉では癒せない
心どこかに落ちてる wonder why okay
泣いてないよ風が強いだけ

the sun
Doing the freakiest shit with the tongue
Keep all the clout in your entourage
Stay on the floor and stay camouflaged
I'm feeling strange for

The day I go broke I guess the world end
I just sent that Uber for yo girlfriend
Niggas talk back and talk slick we gone turn heads
Put some hot shit

hate but really they just love me in disguise
Vintage and high fashion turned that shit to an aesthetic
Got one time to cross me after that you gone

MotherFuckers what it is
I'm not about to mince words in this Verse just so it fits
I'll rap in cursive to disperse this shit then
Reverse the flow a bit,

and i'm about to throw a fit
uh
Healing old wounds making room for some new scars
Scratch that
Match that
I need new bars
Left jab, Right hook make you see

Hop misfit
Cookie cutters do not fit him
Wow now back to his routes
Just clocked in looking forward to clock out
This can't be life this is not what

na' más que tú estés dando

Por quemar à mort
Será mejor
Que esos que te importan se vayan volando
Aye
Perdiste vos
Aye
Ganaste vos
Ugh, no mereces shit

Went through hell for this degree
Thank god that I'm finally free
Here to fuck shit up
Rap game On its knees
Protagnist of this series
Here to take

Baby let's talk about last night
Cannot undo what we did
Back then you was a pastime
I got too much shit on my mind
Now she mixing lean with fanta

to di money like ah Sonic
Buy couple 'Matic weh di shit mek you vomit, automatic

Heavy like elephant, house pon hill toppa (yeah)
Sunday evening pon

crazy stoned that’s all I know
A shawty come up to me, back to basics
She from uptown hanging in demonic places
Body looking fire with a Gucci fit
Armani

the greatest, we always gon catch a Dub
And nobody had a problem with me when I was a kid
Now they showing fake love, now that shit making me sick
Now you out

back on the mission
Im in it for the long run thats
Heavy condition
Yeah
Dry fit but im still drippy
She want piece but she no hippy
She call me big papa

Yeah
Shout out to Tycoonin'
For mixing this shit
Boy we gone see another summer
Having flashbacks (Yeah)
The summers coming rich city
(Yeah yeah