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I promise, the last place I want to see you is back on Hinge
Stop playing girl, you know we got shows to binge
Plenty of new seasons, episodes
through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan
Do as I command and what I demand is some
Fucking peace and quiet
I told 'em please go to church
(music, please)
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock yah don't stop
To the, tick-tock yah
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
that ho mouth like a Colgate, yeah
Keep it a cold case, God, please keep it a cold case
Man, I don't want no new friends, forgive me for all of my
and put your melons in cans
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
'Cause we'll have some
to get my girl some kids just to start a family business
'Cause it's all about business, yeah, be bitch ya business
Yeah, look, we out here tryna start
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
The following movie is rated NC7teen
What would you do for a couple lil' dollars
Would you make a lil' nigga go out and bleed
I lost myself inside
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
think we're in the wrong safari
Body count go higher by the minute, 3600 this shit just like Atari
I'm boutta become the next version of Ted Bundy
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl
the hand on the watch
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
To the, tick-tock, ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
3-6-5 'til the new year
still got the block jumpin
Shawn Marion i said a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airin em
He don't dig me where I from we just bury em
We count money, fuck
Whoa, bitch, I'ma throw it all, all the strippers love me
Whoa, walk in best dressed but I ain't no Kid Cudi
Girl, did he just say what I think he
ranking
My word so bond, if I proceed to go home
And read the Bible backward it make Jesus throw stones
Find new direction
Heal your eyesight then blind
and woman will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids
Cause they were two
There's a little lady on my block
Guess she's about 35
Has about 7 kids, ain't never been married
Hasn't done anything with her life, yeah
Favorite song on. Tell the DJ turn that motherfucker up
New kid on the block
New me? No it's not
New shit, you know it's hot
New tricks for the old dog
Throw
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
to skeet crack
I represent the slum
Gangsta body dipped in all black
Don't act like you ain't know that
My clique is quick to go at
Any of why yall
on the album
Yeah, shit's so surreal
Labels in the States tryna close a deal
New kids on the block, we the new wave
This good music got me two chains
I say
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
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