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Yeah. Huh
Around my bruhs. You better watch your tongue, or they gone hurt yah
Talking money to these broke boys, it's like I'm talking cursive
Take

they still growing nigga (Mhm)
Pay attention like your tickets they still towing niggas, hurt but she's still golden nigga
Filters cover emotions you

bond
Gone
Is back in the days
Niggaz don't care about your ways
On some real shit
You could get your wig split
Little niggaz will put a part right

rip it to a thousand pieces
Coming home to tell my mom these people just committed treason
And if you know my style I don't diss unless I have a reason

If I let you in
Just don't hurt me
Just don't hurt me
If I let you in
If I let you in
If I let you in
If I let you in
I fell in love with a stranger

Show me love and no mercy
Balling so hard we taking jerseys
I don't give a fuck if you thirsty
Coming at my team you try to hurt me
Show me love

show them what I got trying to disprove them by the thousands
I wanna make something of myself and leave them dumb founded
After I make it through it all

Outta the sand (Whoo)
I wanna swim (Swim)
Life in my hand (Whoa)
I go for the win (Win)
I am the man (I am the man)
I don‘t get killed (Phew, phew)

better on your own
And I can't lie
That It hurts
It hurts all the time
Hurt me
Hurt me
Hurt me
Just wanna feel anything
I wonder if love is supposed

We Don't Give a

Fabolous

Ghetto Fabolous

2001

cancer

[Chorus]
Say wha' you wanna say, talk wha' you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck!
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't

see that you changed
But are your feelings for me still the same?
Back then I cared too much
Nowadays I don't give a fuck
Been hurt too much, what

I don't wanna play these love games, I just want you
I feel like you lift me up when ain't nobody around

I keep my pistol tucked and watch who come

Feeling broken and you don't exist
When you're feeling broken and you cannot fix it
Feeling broken and you don't exist
When you're feeling broken

Ring ring
On the phone
Your name poppin up
You wanna know if
I'm thinkin' about you?
And you gon' be mad if I don't
Don't pick it up!
(Pick it up)

Too Young
Written by: Tim Lynch

Don't even know when a man gave you heart
Cause you was all about the money right from the start

You just too

That I just can't show (you see)
Because it hurts so bad to know
That the pain you will, eventually feel
Will be caused by me
I just wanna hold my breath

I ain't tryna hurt nobody
I just wanna feel yo body babe
(Feel your body babe)
Come close to me
Helps release this pressure when you wetter
Weather

daughter I love you.

We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep

you don’t understand what you’re tryna say
I’m just tryna get with you, No I aint here to play
But she said nah, she don’t wanna play
She said you too

telling me
Why you making it work for my enemies
I drink no more but you make me wanna pop the Hennessy (na na na na na)
You don't believe that I'm faithful

're surrounded by black and white

Grey minds crashing down a sidewalk,
They don't wanna listen to this dirty talk
They wanna dance, dance for the whole world

on me they be pulling on my shirt
I'm a Brixton boy play around and get burnt
She whines and twerks
Says she wanna crash out and she don't wanna get hurt

don't wanna hide the way I feel you next to me
I love the way you make me feel
I love the way (I love the way)
Baby I love the way you make me feel
I love

time
I know Satan hate me
He don’t wanna see me shine
I got Jesus on my mind, Jesus on my mind
I keep Jesus on my mind
I got Jesus on my mind
I hate