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Nie jest bad boy jak Steve Sanders
Dlatego wonderful life pragnę
By nawet gdy to się skończy
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gets green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
If you talkin' 'bout money
Don't be bluff or cheap talkin'
My team

the bullshit I ain't worried bout red flags
I love the way she throw it back how she shakin ass
Pussy crazy it talk to me and got good grasp
The gun it hold 13 I

Steve Lacy on repeat
Why Bri
You are too incredible for me
Your scent in the air
That glimmer in your hair
Your hair
Your hair
Your hair, Hair
Oh you

No fears, not phased by scare tactics
Flow raw, like vagina that got bare backted
I'm tryina bubble
Like the bottom of some air maxes
I'm too hot

a good day finally got my bills paid
Pulled up to the Caf just got hit on by the lunch lady
The J we flamed is kicking in my brain is feeling hazy
Got

using steroids
A simple wink is how it kicked off
She so nasty she love to deep throat
Took an apple bite feel like Steve Jobs
Less than a mill we don't

Pass me a couple bitches
By the way fuck drugs
I can fuck the bitch sober
I done popped a viagra
And I look like Steve Austin
I look like Tim McGraw
With

Yeh yeh
I dont know your intentions
Geek up faded up
Stone cold like Steve Austin
Change the scenery
I pop perkys everyday
I accelerate, crome heart

Jugo said the assignment completed by the code
Now go off let it be known us motherfuckers we never fold
Never closed
Out in Havasu let's make a toast

Price on your head is a g stack
Fun in the sun like I'm Steve Nash
Yeah
One of the greatest
I run it and gun it like Elway
Y'all niggas hustle the snail

paper
Don't eat the black seeds
Watermelon, to Melanin
So what I love chicken, but, who fucking doesn't?
There's one ingredient, nutrient that you're

Cannes
Last disciples 
Got to break bread with my man's
No please sir
No checks 
Put the money in em bags 
Irritated by the fake love 
Your boarding gate

I'm Mr. Game and Watch out the Bros in Super Smash
I'm Dallas Mavs rookie Steve Nash
I'm Joe Strummer but without The Clash
I'm Guns N' Roses without

get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill

Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand

Hello
Yes
I can hear you now
I'm finally listening
He wants me to tell you something
Thank you all for your support
The love and enrichment
The words

on

Yeah, Aye, and I'm recording with my buffs on
Rap 'bout killing niggas, bitch this aint no damn love song

Ready or not, The draco just like Lauryn Hill

and dash some gravy
Sing a little song, play some Steve Lacy
Run the riddim back, run it back for young G
Dayzy simplistic with the ABCs
Big man but I'm not

okay, you tough
But not tough enough
No time for dwellin', it is what it was
I bet she drift off her panties by touch

Stone Cold Steve Austin, I tell

bitch love me, I know she adore
Hunnid hunnids, it's stacked from the floor
Gotta get it and stack it some more
Problems come with that money for sure

on a Friday night
I will be taking these calls from all around the world

Let's take the first call
Caller, caller, what you got to say
Hey bud, this is Steve

don't do Steve Madden, she do Jimmy Choo
We keep getting more paper, don't know about you
You say you got racks, don't know if it's true
We can tell that

attitude

Spark light paintings on this
Summer night pavement
And I am so impatient but for
You I don't mind waiting
Could you- could you say you love me

I'm lyin' in my hammock watchin' clouds rollin' by
They're casting dancing shadows from the moon
A whippoorwill is cryin' for the love he can't find