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ain't got a clue

Saw you got someone new
Made my feelings more blue

Is he really fucking better
Heard you got rid of my sweater

Funny how time flies by

myself
Thinkin' about somethin' once thought by someone else
Waitin' here for somethin', but I'm really not sure what
Waitin' here for something to hit me

Say hi to your highness
I write rhymes like the finest
But you write rhymes like you're blinded by five smiling Sirens
Divine timing
So high like I'm

obtain it
Spilling out all of my feelings but you appear stainless
Kinda used to it by now so I'm feeling painless
I don't know why I can takeoff but can't

I got laced by six
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Madi just got a critical hit, never get more exquisite than this
Fit coal, I'm

at my chain
I know
Woo
Now she want me cause i glowed up
Now all these bitches wanna fuck with me
She considers  me as delicacy
Fly like a butterfly sting

about my fedy for family shit imma beast I got it Poppin so generations can eat fuck what they think about me baby imma go up keep pressure on this line

end up in beef


Lately it's been feeling cold I keep that heater by me

 
Like maybe if I touch a milly then my mind be at ease, 


cll this shit

back back

This that 97 hand to hand by the corner store
Dope flow man so potent you got to want some more
Old heads see and be like what up lil Brodie

Oh shit baby
Y'all know what time it is
Dale, dale, dale, dale
Ay man that beat gotta slap
Rap's always offensive
So I gotta skeet all on the track

I been dealing with this pain
Lord I been through enough
I have no real ones around
Ain't found nobody I can trust

Baby come and ride with me
I tell

it's flu weather, yeah, uh
You just gon sneeze when I walk on by
Damn my shoes don't crease they on Superman fly
And this bitch that I'm with say she

but I don't eat no coleslaw
So my ass sick

But yeah, she got her proxies
They ain't be by the beach
So we all goin' to hell now
Like I'll be wakin' up

Yeah, uh, if it ain't ill, it ain't right, shout out to Uncle Al
Uh, uh, this ain't a record for the clubs, but a record for the thugs
And baby mamas

Got me on a sugar high
Baby you're looking so fly
Working up the nerve just to say hi
I don't wanna let this moment pass by
Got me on a sugar rush

action
Ima vamp tryna see some blood, bitch the glock40spazzin
I be with them monkey niggas, too fly like aladdin
We divide him by two but them bullets

like a microscope
Used to be a telescope, lookin' high at the sky

Dreamin' bout the planets I would fly by
Passin' aliens and sayin' hi
Knowin' that

Leftovers, you a four-leaf clover
Come closer, I don't need closure I keep you by my side like a holster
I want you to ride with me like roller coasters You

imma hit her wit a right hook
If she don't play this shit by the fucking book
Know this shit a vet talking on the
Fucking beat
I told that bitch don't

getting high
Just like some pilots so I'll fly too
You ain't met a guy that show you love
The way that I do boo
You know my baby
Ain't nobody I would rather

Oh yeah
All new
Never before seen
Cutting edge technology
Brought to you by Codexx95
This that Nokia package, baby

Spent the rest of my money

and ohh my my she fly
No waist cute face no lie
Complexion pumpkin pie, I realize
That I gotta go say what's up
She say she love to chief so I had to roll

my God, what a beautiful thing
Been grinding all year long

Now I get to see the joy in my baby girls
As she open her drawers
Been a long year of being

feelings
Baby girl no I ain't mean it
Yeah I'm gone speed in this demon if you say you need it
Yeah that boy life got deleted
I up this Glock and I spin that