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bitch purse got a .380 in it
Ima give niggas one more chance
We cool but i ain'tshakin no hands
Next time you wont hear bout whatever gonn' happen
My

Tell me is you rollin with the crew (Yuh)
Time is tickin baby girl cuz we the chosen few (Yuh)
We gon get it poppin tonight ya dreams be coming true

again 
That's a double entendre my mantras my ganja
My song and a long 8 inches for the fondlers
Here we have 2 particles that individually produce intense

this in motion
Lounging around, big man has been coasting
Up in my seat, the day is approaching
Gotta show again that I haven’t left
Wanna make hits I’ll

the lid, they'll never see you again 

Feels like innocence has been lost in the night 
It's like everybody nowadays got something to hide
I should push

That a nigga truly learning again
How to even fucking happy
Making up for lost moments
Cus time is always ever elapsing
The late bloomer
Sometimes I wish

of pages learned all about endurance
When Maftown was not for us
Gaborone should love, enormous
I shouted out Pretoria in a chorus
On my first album seeking

much
Maybe just enough for me to keep my middle finger high up
In the muhfucking sky
Wave it side to side
Im just somebody tryna get by
If somebody talk

rapper 
And when they ask me tro brop an album I turn into casper
Yo but not this time no not ever again all that waiting on a tape s*** gets canned in

they jump out 
I don't know if I could go through it again by myself 
I already know that the way it 'gon end will be south
If I tried to show you how

you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm

blood pressure rises
Ain't no day in the sun I wanna be on devices
Delete my tweets, start again. Y'all thought that I reached the end
It's no more

it, maybe later you'll come around 
Try to listen again like it's the first time you've heard 
Repeat the lyrics till the words sound absurd 
If it's

low, i'm by myself again...
Now its me, and a beat ,MIC, and a key, to my crib, and that's it
I was told
Hustle hard, hit the road, get ya own, hit ya

Track: “Infected (feat. Benjels) [prod. Benjels]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020

love with you… for every kiss, every movie on… i made an album yet, but its time for me to do it again…
 

(Lick - E5,13\B / F#5,13\C#)
Watching up some

and my plan is still in my hands
Burned bridges with me, I ain’t helping you building again
Turned backs, pretending you real in the end
Saying your

smarter
I been done playin by rules cause they ain't fair
Bringing my A game every time so that y'all aware
I make this shit look easy don't I but ya niggas

I did an album with my niggaz Flex I know he deleted
Even Sabotaged my verses with the metronome beeping
I was telling my Leimert story
To a bunch

am going to teach you a lesson
Open your ears you better listen
Once a time ago someone named Young Meanie released an album slow
And he'll never know

your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in

the forever number one
Done start from the bottom, to top, and the bottom again
My life is like a rollercoaster
I should start screaming my vocals a little more

Let's go, pressure
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no

Oh no, here we go again, on another track
Flashback to my first song, man so trash
So bad, flopped

I'm back again you know what I mean
Naija Hip Hop 101 second lecture
I won't take your time too much
I just wanna let you know a few things
You know