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Run it up
Look
Conquer that like cold contact
I hitman like I sign contracts
Provoke man like you ain't on that
Monopoly don't land on tax
Your girls

Won't you come with me
I might give you the world
And still get you home by 3 yea
Im workin my way to the top
I see that you like to talk
But you match it

(Bye)
It was hard for them to see
Ran up my check
And then I showed 'em (Look at me now)
You can't offer me a thing
I did this shit all by my lonely
With

pile it up, and pick it by the lot
If we throwin' all these bills, you better race me to the top
Damn, girl, had these niggas sweatin' you all day
Now

the same
I'm hot like the sun, but be dropping like rain
Dope as you bitches, it's hard to explain
'Cuz first they didn't like me, now all in my face
Heard

blessed, so I don't sneeze
Yall do a lot but get nowhere like Sisyphus
I'd figure by now you'd get sore like syphilis
Bump my music you don't know what

pay you respect
I'm chilling I ain't gonna stress I be thinking like I could dead
I be dreaming a lot in my bed used to pop a lot of meds
Never listen

purchases that hurt on your budget
You can tell a lot 'bout a man by how many pennies he clutches
That's why I set my net worth high so nobody can touch it

I scream fuck fake friends
I scream I hate them
I scream about being broke nigga
And I've hurt a lot of hoes nigga
I scream fuck fake friends
I

to your outputs
In almost any salaried job
Even at one that's paying a lot per hour 
Like a lawyer, or a doctor, 
You're still putting in the hours

That Mellencamp shirt that she cut off
That wildflower tattoo she had on her shoulder
And how we did a lot first time things you can't take back
Mardi

Gotta keep a piece by the bed sheets (45 on me like)
You look like the one til it's next week (Oh yeah)
You don't see me cry that is not my hurt
I've been

the trust yeah
Shit a little different when you come and fuck with us yeah
Every pocket on me keep a lot big bucks yeah
Lately I been by myself but feel like

The Boys

Cassie

Late Night Creep 55

cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight

Bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided

The Boys

Cassie

The Boys

cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight

Bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided

she had a lot of dreams
I'm in this spot like I chose
Back in my bitch til I doze
Grab her gently by the throat
I'm fucking her in some J Cole's
Dream

I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot

I got a lot on my mind, I try to evade it
Problems you cannot be facing, caught up in the matrix
6 mil til

some some tires like one and done
Its making smoke and i'm having too much fun
I post a vid when you go to lunch
They say I do alot but don't do enough
I

and tired of taking losses
I only want them dubs like the '72 Dolphins (Yeah)
I seen lots of real niggas turn fake quick (Fake quick, ah)
I'm so sick

You know i want yall to just sit back
And think for a second you know what i mean
Now theres a lot of haters out there
Hatin on peoples relationships

the TV
But this real, fuck how you feel
Call of Duty mode with these verses
Lot of kills first niggas doubted the flow
Now how you feel?
If this was back

No, but you're hanging on the edge
Was a pill tied
City cried a fool
I'm a tear
With a uh uh uh
By the fool, by the plan
A lot of rules gotta run

happy and their no one else I want
It's just that, my past been a whole lot crazy, real talk

I know, I know
You never been in love, never felt love

ayy

Say you want it like that, now you want it like this
If I'm coming right back then you coming right quick
see that lame nigga a sucker, he don't