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for me
I tell my drummer come in air, he bring a snare for me

Yeah, uh, uh-uh, niggas out of line
Tell me how you lookin' for us like we not

the worst now
And only fans got these bitches actin like birds now
Why grab guns
Keep getting paid and have fun my nigga
Cause any day could be your last one

is your family and finishing your plate
Nobody cares
Only thing you should be on is being gratified
With what you viewing in the mirror, by any means
I

And have her sit between us
In the front seat of the Lincoln
Stacy wants to know
(Whats old Stace up to)
All these schoolboy tricks
Tell em they gotta go
See

on the grey goose.
Shorty want you want?, vodka with the juice? well alright.
Yeah I’m over the stress, I won’t be depressed.
Now I’m stuntin on my ex

want to get me cornered
Mmm ima have you down by the morning
Call up ya friends call the big boys in
You brought the party I'll bring in the noise in

party pack Man yo bitch she want fck she hit my line say Wya 

Can’t Can’t trust soul man these niggas be all cap 

I got money on da floor I tell dat

RenAgade Girl

1st verse 
Her lips are delicious and I never even kissed em
I can tell how they taste just by way h her whisper 
She shines she

gon' end up looking foolish
Uh Hold up hold up you don't want smoke 
Pass pass yeah 
I got the music game by the throat I'ma spazz
spazz yeah
Somebody

my head
I been wide awake
I know that the mirror want me
(Uh)
Ain't I bending corners
Burnt out by my lonely
Who there for me
What my umi told me
I

Live in every moment so I don’t mind it as much 
Why not live it up
When I step it’s Gucci Louis Prada 
Ten toes down you can tell by my persona
I lay

need drug money all my bread legit
Got it comin' in you can tell by my fit
And I got these niggas mad 'cause I'm poppin' like a zit, I'm gone

You know I

gonna Stretch em
Fuck all dat fake shi juh tell me da Truth
Why in de hell you been smokin on Boof
Juh hit my line if you want bubba Kush
Im smokin dis

bless all the souls who thought to work with the kid
And let me tell you this not talent boy I worked for this shit

kosher
Them demons in your life
Tell 'em no sir

We been
Waiting
For the moment
That you
Choke up
Niggas, get hemmed up like the sofa
Oh that's ya boy
Nah

to my big niggas

Jost idia, jost coming

So I stay down, niggas tell em
Straight down

When I hit em with
The two fist  like a roll Block
Yeah

Shawty

down checks
And when your bitch call
Im fucking next
Guillotine law
She give up the neck
And I know shawty loves me
I can tell by the way she touch me
It

getting started, you already finished
I'm smoking some dopey, it got me so lost
This is designer, can tell by the cost
Drip in some Chrome, I ain't rocking

Similar to bowls of honey
Got the sweetest heart
Just to match em
You're a Goddess
On me
Fun fact
Plus ya premium quality
So I'm gassin you up
When I see ya

the baddest
But be threatened by
Any shawty coming wit some status
Like to keep em on a leash
While they go workin their magic
But this one here is different
He

Hello and Goodbye

Fury in the Slaughterhouse

Super

2001

been the same

I can see by your eyes, you thought they'll never go
But tell me please where are they now
Remember me boy 'cause I told you so
But

me I don’t like them either Know it’s backwards if I want love
Gotta care be aware your boy gotta feed em Took a toll on my soul on this road to get

and failings into something better
Wrote pages and pages but I couldn't spin this into something better
And boy I agree it's weak to want you more than you want

behind em
Don't ply with no refs we remind em
He think he sharp we gone line up
Ticky ticky ticky times up
She want a movie to show out
Bendin ha back I