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cold Killa 
Since mike was in trilla 
And I'm Drinched in cachilla
Got me looking gorilla 
Baby This ya favorite part
Rip Mac Miller
Man I just couldn't

Zostawia ślad by chwytać za kark jak psia mać

Niezależnie od tego co robisz zawsze masz wybór
Pozostać sobą albo być zakładnikiem oczekiwań
Mieć poklask czy

Follow the leader
Ants go marching one by one
Hoorah
Peel off your own way
Like skin rested on your jaw
Pocket your heart
Cause baby you got me
Don’t

ciertas cosas se me olvidan
And sure we had problems and they just got bigger
Now my glasses rose-tinted like Snapchat filters

Its time to revamp

Where I'm at now I'm going for the blackout
Throw me in flames got me feeling insane
Fucking Armageddon
You know I'm not letting

birds fly 
But a never high-grade do it, a mi pai pai
Get di Uzi dawg, it fit fi a drive-by 
Nice guy but me head chip like when you fry fries
Nothing

pressure

I had put the mac in macaroni 
Better get him hate to smack ya homie 
Boy you trippin think I’m lackin homie
Boy you trippin think I ain’t got it

Ayo ayo

I crush whoever I want, I'm like that
My nigga doin' 50 sendin' kites back
You heard such and such got shot (D'rrt)
They say the fly nigga

Yo
The rogue rolling witta short sword but avoids war
Charting a course he's got his horse but no lord
The ronin focused on the path thru the gorge

If you've got red hair and pasty skin
You can join my club, come right on in
It's just for gingers, we have a fine time
So join us, it'll be sublime

You know I had the vibe
Always tried to shine
Greatness is what I was after
Winnings the next chapter
Keep reading and you will see
You got to focus

USA
USA
USA
USA
USA
USA
USA
USA
I love my car
It goes really far
We take it down south and we go to the bar
But this time, it got stuck in tar
Now

been down in the trenches
By that I mean I just been honestly messin'
With nothing that's good in my heart where's the message?
Been needing the fame

If you've got red hair and pasty skin
You can join my club, come right on in
It's just for gingers, we have a fine time
So join us, it'll be sublime

Wild roses, wild roses, where I'm from
Five roses, five roses, flashing up above
I was eating like a kid
Back when Mac moved into our building in

Jack and Jill went up the hill
And put a bullet in her head
Blew her fucking brains out
Got her blood up on my suit
Lining up the headshots
Lining up

(Sagittarius got sum here)
I need a what, I need a shooter
I need a nigga who identify as a ruger
Mac 11's, 12's, Smith and Wesson as well
Automatic

And the best of me I care because I can
And I got a lot to say so I just rant
I can't function by myself I need the rest
Yeah, I need thе rest talk to me, just

like ya know
You ready ta die bout dat bitch but I dont give a fuck
Im still fuckin dis hoe
Im ready to die by respect
Got me a chop dats ready to blow

The fear of love -  Written by Rian Mac - BMI

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up to the world

The bigger the lies 
The more I fantasize about you 
cnd it's

Shit get real tragic out here nigga
You been mad
I been up
I been up
I been up
I been up
You been mad
I been up
I been counting so much stuff that my

catch me by myself, she hi CHU like gazone tight
She trying to show me what that moon like, got me  flicking off the room light
Nowadays these niggas

back porch
With a cross-bow by the tiki torch
Gotta bass boat with a gator coat
Bought a double wide on a back note
He likes kodeak, Big Macs
Likes

Beep
Beep
KLEAN UP KREW
(Yung Germ) 2200
(Ryder, turn me up) Sleezy

Roll by, spray your mama crib, dead residents