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thin fucking line
Life or death you picked the worst
Look I called this shit crack
Well um, cause I spit that
Best rapper alive
I predicted that
Dre cook

the stash, um like I'm Mitch unh
Gotta get this bread, every way, then I split unh (Facts!)
Shawty said she DTF, you wanna know the kick? (Unh)
When I fuck her

to die
like um couldn't I fight this fight in another life?
My heart is tired of fighting and trying harder to find me
I'll pick the pen up, write you

I'm going to use the bitch like some Utensils
Yeah she think she funny like um Jimmy Kimmel but I'm making plays in the field like I'm Kittle
I read her

now, well then I just might lose it
This anxiety inside of me has left me frozen
By the time I reach the door, the shit won't open
I'm losing another

um

I don't sip 40s bitch I only sip juice
I don't do no molly bitch I only eat fruits
I don't need your problems keep that shit within you
Fuck

deliver him by the aforementioned time
We'll release the beast on him
And on you and um...
We can enter any home we want and we will want
As wanting is our

aight, this a h4xwow exclusive
this from like 2 years ago

turner's raw vocals, from a song that we never released
so um, i'm sorry turner

this had

And a cardboard box
Jar broken by SMU jocks

I just wanna lift the bins
And make the rollers spin
Hang out in the shade
Fill the trunk parade
Oh no, another mix-up

to yell
Fight and fuck
Making up
Says she hates my guts no
Out of luck all alone and I'm out of love
Carried away from the things that we say um
And I'll

So I was talking to my tio
And um
He's like
Yo mijo
Come over, come over
Que quiere
And he starts fucking spitting all
Motherfucker goes on
Says some

to your hood
On a drive by
Shooting out the window
Screaming die bitch die
Hit marker sounding
Send um up where the birds fly
Morning after praying
Up

It breaks my heart every time that you cry
When my skin turns cold
Will you help me fight
You saved my life
Just to watch me die
Can you stay by my

all the rules or the tools
But, um, I can get you right
Don't forget the bag like the opps is on sight
Me without the bag,
That shit don't seem right

Just do the um
Do the reference
Figure it out later
Why is it not
Mm
Yeah
Uh
If you don't doubt God, how could you doubt yourself?
Yeesh
Infinite

for fun
But when I break 'um off
I bust a rhyme just like a shot gun
Still talkin' shit?
Shut your mouth
Less you want some
My balls, your chin, like

What you doing this weekend, Grant? I'm gonna cook a bit 
Um, then I'm gonna write a book and shit 
There, it's done, do you want to take a look at it?

[Intro)
'Cause I, I, I'd like to talk about love, and it's always on my mind
Um, I'm always, oh, I've really stopped looking for someone,

inside
Moved by wasted fools and covered lies
The power of hope and the truth will be ever with light

Viverá para ver, verá para crer
Um novo tempo que

Mm, nutted in a bitch, Goddamn, think I fucked up
Feelin' like giannis, by the way, I get my bucks up
.308 bullets as big as a hockey puck
Make

today, well I guess I am, um
Uh
I been afraid of the past, uh
Running from everything
All the people that said I wasn't gonna last, uh
I been on super

marshawn , but they still want that lynch over my shoulders. It's cool
I still run it.
Look at, look at, look at all they faces impaled by the hatred
But I

to
They didn’t getting it, yeah, our style’s too niche
They’ve never been to ‘straya eating shapes on a beach
So even though we were divided by an ocean

She walks by, trying to escape
On the morning run, inside her head
And after all the paint is gone, the real colors are shown
It all comes back