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Ain't no appeal, y'all so unreal, heart on my sleeve and I won't conceal 
I crunch a beat then I spit it out, when I make these hits that's overkill
Oh my

just after two
But judging by her pitch and tone and her screaming on the telephone
I might need those flowers more than you

So I'm bringin' home

the comments that are rude to my face,
Looking for a nice chick pretty smiled mix race,
I walk through the door lights flashing in my face down to the dance

That's one of a kind 
I'm adding punch lines 
I'm jamming to grime 
Improvin' my tone 
I want it refined 
I want it sublime 
I'm taking my time 
Ain't

shit, so we keep on going
The pretty hustler, big boss came with my shit talk
No need to prove you couldn't fill my shoes, it's all in my walk
Niggas mad

Yeah you know me
Had to switch it up a bit
Can't have this shit sound repetitive
I said my piece on the first track and I meant it
Can't be adding my

sunrise all up in your skin tone
Neck rest on my clavicle, clavicle
You really my Adderall, after all
Fuck getting that medical, medical
You give me sum

Yea

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

This is not a love song
But you know I think about you
And I don't wanna rush I
Got a lot to think about too
The money pretty

don't mean to make you mad
Just a comment bitch I'm sitting in the grass
Give me the address I'll drive by
Say hello, send a message and rewind
Look

by my side, girl you my pretty baby
Way I show you all up on the 'gram I know these bitches hate me
The way she love my soul and love my song just know

White feather
Floating around in the air, my channel
Want you with me
By my side everywhere that I go
By my side everywhere that I travel
Sense

Louisiana sippin
Creole skin I love yo tone
After this i take you home
Im a king sit on my thrown
Taste yo pussy on my tongue
If you lookin I'm the 1
Wake up

to trap wit my migo , i slept on the floor 
I got two tones my wrist , in my dream I’m the goat,
By the end of this year y’all gon see how I glow

Yeat

Bad

know who I am
The real me on my phone
I just hear WOMP Womwomwom WOMP
Lower your tone
We whatever you say we is
Well
When we alone
I ain't no bishop

Divert

(engaged tone)

Lex LaFoy
Show me your number
And I show you what it is
I generate my own money
Run my own biz
These blessers in my face
Blowing

alone but I'm lonely
I seem to check in on people that never phone me this
Cinematic poetry
Misguided by its potency
I base my life off characters

no problem for in retrospect it's just a shrugg off the dead skin
It takes a pretty prehistoric tone to hate on a Jetson
I always look forward cause

of a flashing mind.
As friction inherently creates situations where the vapor
From instruments of steam make tone, rhythm, and time.

Lyrics by Todd Franklin

ladies knees weak
soon as I spit, I make them shake and quiver
my swav dip in their tone make them wet like a river
I always home run in bat, I don't

Fell asleep, nodding off of the Wock
Woke up next morning to a pretty thot
She foreign, Brazil, she callin' me papi (BNYX)

Yeah, yeah
It's like

of the team?
Because I highly doubt it
Every man's got his limits
So we booked the venue out 
And now it's looking pretty overcrowded 
Surrounded, by lady Mona

gotta set the tone
I gotta bottle Patron
You put on Home Alone
Then we gon’ kick back, sit back
Tear up all that gift wrap
And if you by my side you know

of that rage
I'm in my glow
Switching no lanes
Armani vision, tell by the tone
Leaving the crib, I'm in my zone

448 don't speak on the phone
Muddy my soda

Don't shoot if you ain't ready to die
Wit wit the shit Keep the glock by my side
Real street nigga Got her mesmerize
She my lil rock like plies
Yeah
Cute