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songs
Maybe liek 2 or 3 hits
You fit in the picture
Like we coppin an r 6

We made sense
Not dollars
But nobody
Hollered
You know
I was taller
By a mile

the motion, niggas catch up
Heard me moving sturdy with the toast, more ammo
And I got my eyes on the Lambo
Six-three bins with the tents and the camo, I get

tryna address the man dem who have swayed
Coz he’s cleaned up the mess from the start it was man made
So put your fist up for the holy mister who subdued

the belt, nigga, I got the belt, nigga
I treat you like an old toy, I had the shelf, niggas
I woke up all by my lone on myself, nigga
Cause I'ma think about

I put my pain inside the grave, tryna make a new wave And if you let em tell it, you won't never get it straight
If money be the mission, just know

never had to do since we were 14
Watch some porn on that big 9.7 inch screen

Three holes where we opened up safaris
And up there at the top, it's like we

When I'm up at night, you make me think about my life
Everything I've said, you make me wanna make it right
Get on the floor, baby come and take my

Dividin' the dope just to add up some quick cash
I was tryin' to get big bags
Multiply it by 10, what the fuck is a subtract
Had the pack in my lunch bag

no friction
No distractions, can't be bothered by they chatter
I'm too busy being water, floating over all they static aye
All your actions reek

be fooled by no numbers My nigga I'm up a tier
And I'm still independent no puppeteers
And I'm still in attendance no realty
They be industry planted

now, I wanna pack my shit up
Move back to Kansas, now tap three times.

And hey, they say hip hop's changed
Why? cause you're listening the Kristoff

that bitch straight back to belize 
2020 vision that bitch fucking up my scenery 
In the kitchen im a wizard mixing birds with the magic 
Man im like

Yeah, yeah
Second City up in this bitch

Broke up with this shorty Back in 2012
Barely knew much, but hell yeah
I'm on, yeah. And I'm gone

Haven't

Oh, I bought that music, baby Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Look, I dropped it on a scale Picked up on clientele, look how I sell
I ran a check up, I just

There are Fairies at the Bottom of Our Garden
Text by Rose Fyleman

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden,
It's not so very, very far away,

top off ain’t no door
Front seat me got three whore
With their tops off, top for me in-store
Suburban Snoop what they call me
There’s a reason for it 

don't got your answers
Bitch turn me up just like when you in the mirror dancing
I'm my biggest hater but I always prove myself wrong
Going through some

Its like with every blessing there's 3 curses , Every time stamp it seems to worsen , I'm married now to my 1 special person, My queen but in between

I need a haircut too Biz, plus a straight jacket 
Cos I got into show biz to be a babe magnet 
Now my honey dip left and I'm on my own 
In

where I'm chargin' the thing
Soldier soul with the heart of a king
No friendships, got a real fear of endin' up like what my father became
Shit was over

and just straight up
Abandon it, cause I can't handle this shit girl, a man is sick when
She ain't by his side he'll pretend he's slick saying it's fine
But

the sleep
I can't sleep by myself, I get scared and start crying
Myself straight to sleep

Then I start having dreams of me peeing
And toilets woke up and I

tadpoles
But hoes line up to me like Black Friday camp boats
Lyrics on the pad you hear it and get sad
And I'm selling my image like a stripper without a dad

just to live day by day
I'll take these lyrics to grave with attention you never paid
I gave you my heart expecting it not to break
Got thoughts on my