Lyrics:
thing baby girl-o
Let me put gas in that girl-o
She got that thing wife don't got it
Everything about her is just magic
Body skin color worth it
Sell
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
him I said, "Hell no"
Yo, what you say when your people get out of jail, huh?
My niggas is home
I guess I got everything, everything I want
But I
Fuck around with this trap shit
But this next album is a wrap, shit
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
Music on another level, yeah I'm tryna
last habit
Dabnabbit I tried to quit but everything I kick's like the last dragon
Hoes suckin' my drummer dick, they on my bandwagon
I just gotta
friends
Every second of my collection's like my life in reflection
Pressin' record to start the session, Bucktown by Smif-N-Wessun
I know to you, it might
F*** a 9 to 5, ‘cause in my vision I'm seeing lime
Light bounce off the piece around the wrist, that's a Casio
I see the tweets, but they're still scared
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
The pages she carries are so heavy in her palms
She looks older, more than ever
Where is the girl from the past
But it's crazy when I think back
actual collection,
I've got records that were never meant to be,
records lent to me by men from other dimensions,
records with breaks so funky you'd
the collection
I hope you like everything
Enjoy your time here
In KazIKEs' bakery
Welcome to my bakery
But the only dough I have here is money
You want some? You'd
The heartbeat for this album is not an album but an anthem
ONE
This music isn't mine it's ours, I was given it
It's a collection of many
lovely pictures of the local girls and chaps.
Now I've got a picture of the girl next door, in my little snapshot album,
And I've never had a better snap
with this rap shit
And I go to bed when I tap this
Woo, that's madness
Trick, I don't know no magic
But everything I do is crack
Call my album chapped
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
on the pretty sideline
Girl you know I know you fine
And I know I got ya eye
So I ain't gone waste no time
And I see you like my style
Everything I do it take
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
flows
But know Ted's dead see ya Theo
Your flaws been the reverb
You goin' diss me hit the reverse
Your girl I don't see her
She out in my boys Beemer
VIP
of the album
Is the main part talking about a lot
We talked about everything the story does not end
By the age of 20, it is just beginning
We the fathers
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
Now - Media Takeout -
Always remember that you
Dissed the collection that changed the world
You seem like the type of organization
Hired to always
Schooled in America, taught to be greedy
And everything ought to be, easy
But I never could say goodbye to my friends who get high
I wonder why, I'm
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