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drunk, come and see me slam dunk on replay
I woke you up because I know you was sleeping
You better have a good reason
What you told me I said homie this
feelings

Ima hit it for the night, then I’m dipping

Told you what it was, stop bitching

Came through dripping like a faucet

Bitches see the drip, they’re
treasure
We built up a whole new home that's better
Than the one we fled from
We've been tested by so much
But at the end of it all home is your touch
To my
But if my money don't multiply
I'm rolling by
With an open eye like "show me the money"
Coke and white, my rota's arrived
I'm a pain in the back like
1 in 3 girls are sexually abused by the time they're 18? (Facts)
Did you know that about 40% of all U.S. children live with their single mother
(Who
the cases I know that my charges ain't pending
80 bitches want me Jarvis Landry 18 of them love Peyton Manning
Back in the day in the J I was walking down
Hunnids with the index
Money like my only interest
I was hitting stains tryna invest
Okay, shorty want me fuck her
'til her cuchi breaks
I can't fuck with
cool
Ran up a cool lil 40 I'm filling it I do it again
(Im a do it again)
Back of the black and I'm getting too high I might black out again
(Black what
Tears shed with my woman layin' by my side
'cause I felt guilty that I'm a man that can't provide
But inside
Man inside, inside
I know it isn't only pride
what's mine
I'll turn this bitch to Columbine
Go improvise and stay wit da nines
We terrorize them dolla signs
Now why you thinking suicide when bottom
In mirandum take it by the way we hand them
Understand them I would rather go against them uhh

Ten yard dash twenty yard dash
Thirty yard dash get it
on time, or it's candle light
We got handguns in the cabinet, by the canned goods, right?
Watchin' grams, we was livin' at moms, off Stansville life
I'm gettin' racks
I heard you niggas broke, don't tell me that's facts
A hundred 'bows sold in one day, close the trap

I could make a forty in
Two Ls then a dollar sign, you know what it is, long live Seven Two (bitch)
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
Hey, ayy
Hey, ayy
Hey, ayy
This message was brought to you by Porte Noire

Oi, I'm that uncs shellin' out them dunks
Like I got the twenty-three on the front
Or I got
vindictive motherfucker, nor is he shitty at his job
What words to hear
And I'm a mess by now
'Cause nothing tuned me in to my failure as fast
As grieving
vindictive motherfucker, nor is he shitty at his job
What words to hear
And I'm a mess by now
'Cause nothing tuned me in to my failure as fast
As grieving
Maaaaaaan, I'll smack a cat with a bat that was used by Babe Ruth
Grenade serenade boombastic

[Clowd]
Who's baddest flew passed this metal detectors my tools
a football team, fuck that shit, what this means
Is that I be damned if I'm 40 still servin these fiends
And all tha shit I seen, wasn't no diamonds
I'm having a bad day you make me smile
I don't know how you get me to laugh
Girl you are funny
If there was anytime I hurt you girl you know that I'm
have dreams it’s our job to make em

Follow suit to help society and our planet

Help us succeed by getting answers

We’re all here to repair some kinda
on a binge
Let it rain, always looking back
Lay in bed, always switching around, my head
But they different now instead
40 bands by the moon, wine cabana by
is running in place that's why I move by myself. Confidence on my face forty five on my belt I'm the greatest alive, Did it all by myself.

It's a thin
or you sell guns
Either way you finna be a plug 
Southside we was raised by thugs
Grandma always pray for us 
Tell the truth that ain’t saying much 
Fueled

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