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or said somethin' stupid and insensitive
And while I don't yet know what it is I would like a chance
To go up to my room and think about it for a little
witches
Turning back
To black cats
And majestically lounge
By a grass patch
Where a moment of tragedy
Is held by a dark wrath
Spectral wraiths
Take its
love
Running so low, now this shit won't budge
My trust ain't touched no base like a glove
No home run, i'm chatting on a baseball one
Uh, Emotions are
dealt by our shooters
Street smart undercover entrepreneur
Wearing suits and ties straight up G's in disguise
THEY ScY MY HOOD IS CRcZY..CRcZY..
game
Don't compare us we ain't never been the same
I'm just trying to inspire
Give a fuck about the fame
Truth is maybe I'm afraid of my shadow
Shadow
why should I be afraid?
Many phony rappers cry while
They can't even stand straight
But my love for a person is real
If you never lied to me then you
tho pull yo card like its Hi-Lo
A psycho I got em side tracked by the sideshow
Jet speed skate like I think I'm Wayne Gretzky
Jet Li kick it ride
I never liked the game of
Pass a chick around
A brother has no honor
When he living foul
I never trust the type
Who love to please the crowd
I need
the back, ooh
Ride with a baseball bat, ooh
Pretty bitch love the clapback, ooh
40 with alotta clapback, ooh
Pull up in this hoe like vroom, vroom
Pull up in
M through with standing in line just to get the iPhone 15 pro max
It's like the bottom of the twelfth and I’m down by ten runs, and I'm never gonna
irresponsible, I'm here to conquer though, but I get side tracked by all of these thots and hoes, but I just fuck em, they ask if I love em, all they here is I
before I take a pipe to half of you
Go and take that baseball bat with a Bible attached
Shove it up your
Life is just too out of my reach
I call to my
a gavel, so they know that I’m not one to judge
Every bitch is another niggas leftovers if they a virgin it depends
It’s all fun and games, till a fuckin
know what it is about you anyway
I know that we don’t fit together
Like baseball games and stormy weather
But ohhh
I just don’t want you to go
I just
Hello, my name is Shondrick, shoutout to Kid Wiz, straight from my bar
Any day, I'll be coming around the mountain like a twig from a dove
Kid
what I seen, nigga snitching on the low
Niggas coming home, niggas out here acting like you owe
The truth is you love 'em but they putting on a show
you like a fiend loves his addiction, love is worth living
Love is commitment, love is making her your misses
Loves a gift, love is when she cook
a shooter
Moonwalk like my name Luna
It’s my time everyday sooner
Breaking the game like an intruder
Head game weak she need a tutor
I never miss I’m
4-Ize, twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can come to war with these games
These bitch niggas is lame and comin' down with
I Passed True Love By
Written By: Roger Younger (Fabskat/BMI)
Iím reminiscing about a lover like a song
Died long ago somewhere in Georgia
These
Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind
Like pow, pow! Leave you on the ground now
Survived by his little brother, wife & stepchild
That's you eulogy boy, so don't fuck with B
I keep the kind
the way the game goes
That's the way the game goes, that's
The way the game goes
That's the way the game goes
We don't love these hoes, we don't love
These
and louder
Prisoner code T.H.X, 1-1-3-8
I'm a break the chains and litigate Bill Gates.
And Ricki Lake type intruders of your private life
It's like they
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