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the lomane
She tryna go and eat some steak to the lomane
I keep a stick on my hip, finna blow, mane
Ayy, who the  at the door, mane?
I'm off the gas, I can't

niggas in the streets I got my heart from it, once we all squashed the beef I got my squad from it, writing down what I seen I got my Art from it, Choosing

feet are going numb

And she doesn't know just how she's gonna pay


Tell Sid he'd better buy his mum a jumper

Tell Sid he'd better buy her three

Slide in this bitch super fast,
I just rolled up me an eighth,
A 3.5, 
This shit super gas,
Kendre got smoked by the police,
So please do me a favor,

of course I'm free 

wait I got court at 3 

Winning by majority 

Read about it read it I'm talking editorially 

Until I get check dodging collections like

the five piece
Thick thighs please
Fuck it supersize
She said fuck and super vise me
Pistol by my side while I'm driving
I'm always down to slide
Cause I

down and listen
Tell me all about your problems and dreams
Hold you closer while i'm doing the same
Take you shopping, drip you out in Celine

Cook you quicker than The Rock
Yeah welcome to the trap
Fuck yo bitch on the mattress on the floor
Don't look down
That's a 3.5 when you stepping

we done shut it down by three
And they always want an encore always beg us not to leave
I ain't never going nowhere girl I came here just to please
She

Three fifty nine is how much you owe
Like are you serious right neow bro
Hair so thin just like your body
Rizz so bad like "Hey there shawty"
Arms so

enter this door
I see a man of god
But then why he produce
All these sounds of abuse
Under this roof it don't stop
Cause I ain't ever believe you loved us

til i'm at they door like porch lights,
.i don't even grab the jewelry, robbery be like be

BOOZE to me, no ice,, i just want your eyes
GLUED to me,

Money while we sliding down the back street, In a cold zone we don’t got to pack heat, we just smoking on a beast looking at the stars, thats far away

in the car
Got two burners I'm 3 deep
Pockets full of hundreds
So much dope smoke, I'm smoking that BP
Anti-mid, no 87 only 93
You could be a lick for

beers by three

Nigga I'm a slime
See how my nosebleed

That's the height I see
She real sloppy on her knees

I'm the fucking man of my fucking city

need some more
Don't give a fuck who's at my door
Can i get you alone
No Quicken Loans
Blow up my phone
3 beeps by the tone
She want me back
I'm giving

me
Forget me tonight
I don't really wanna fight
Shit, we talk I just might
Just by myself for the day
Feels like it's all been the same shit
Can't

satisfied with one plate, bae give me seconds
Dont be embarrassed by a queef its a gift from heaven
Bad bitches be poor as hell, just give me sevens
Laughing

months later, she's what I look for
This is my baby girl, this ain't a whore anymore
Bust down the door
Fuck her like toy
Sex ain't a chore
Go

three wings, when you said you wanted two thighs
People sayin, your rhymes are so cold T
I jump across themes, from feet to poultry
Juxtaposed, is a way

a meal to die for
Ironic, since I reside in a cell with a carnivore
It's not my fault that the family had an unlocked door
Drown them one by one is

run out

Three doors down it was full of laughter
When you used to call and say, "Can she come over?"
And we'd lie under a summer sun
And our

you couldn't buy enough
To quiet me, I'm fired to fuck up now, uptown
Stay low, my signature move like I'm signed to Duck Down
Hundred round darker,

Ain't no fuckin' door for them
This is my shit
Hop up in the cockpit
She might wanna hit the tropics
I might take her to Boston
Tell her baby, you