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hop out the sprinter
Taking everything you flexing then dip in the sprinter

You could get surrounded by my killas till you surrender
If you lacking get

You’re not my type,
But I hate Friday nights alone.
It’s not hard to find a lust in soho.
I can see your hearts been crushed by love.
All your credit cards

around to embrace my darling
Instead of gold sure ‘tis brass I find

And I wish the Queen would call home her army
From the West Indies, America and Spain

today I'm turning my phone off
Or I might just pick up to hang up like cold calls
Professor said he gon' drop out man I told y'all
When I was in

Looking through the bag i forgot
How my hat be
Anyway quickly and call it flash flood
Homies in jail like damn what am i cuz
I know gang bang but a nigga

supply my brother
Have the candle light visual
When reviving mother
Half the night afterlife tryna discover
Back to school again
Live by the laws

Touch my body
Boy I can tame on your body while you lay it right on me

Can I be your sweet lover when you come next to me
Our time is to lay on the bed

at night
Thinking she's gonna call me (no she won't)
Is she busy? (no she ain't)
Should I check my phone? (oh no)
But my baby, is she single - why is she

stay right by my side
(Side)
I been silent too long by surprise
Look you dead when I look in yo eyes
I'm a thief in the night I move quiet
And strike you

Yuh, what
Stay in the H, all with my woes
Some niggas they changed, I'm stayin 10 toes
Saint Laurent on my jeans
Get it by any means
We pop out

to cuddle you
(Anytime that it feels right)

Chorus
Girl I'd be by your window singing Serenade
Have you got philophobia
Cos girl I go like be your lover
I'd

Summer Rain

Johnny Rivers

Anthology, 1964-1977

1991

Summer rain taps at my window
West wind soft as a sweet dream
My love, warm as the sunshine
Sitting here by me, yeah
She's here by me

She

in your eyes while the Alabama sun sets in the West|Who whoulda guessed, that I'd be|Here lying by your side with my hands running through your auburn

blocking shots call me Gianluigi Buffon
They tryna hit my line by the way
I do this all the time by the way
I be in my prime by the way
Don't ignore

15 bullets pistol chrome got a blunt it shine so rip it slow
Shits so broke my love is gone no more pictures by the midsole toe
Fuck the lovers we

I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one, I don't want

I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one, I don't want

sayin' keep out, yeah
All to start, we don't need to use a key now
She in my inbox, I have to catch her on the rebound, yeah

Three groupies with me, call

long you go live like that
You they live your life by heart 

Would you call me when I'm famous o
When everybody just they hail my name
Would you call me

heart was content
And now you with another man with a ring
Baby you know I be fly just whenever
Fly with my fellas
Know you from this side but it's west

side city
Still lookin for you or the girl I used to need

But the promises we’d keep
were broken by the sea
Said my calls never got through
so I waited

Yeap, yeap okay, okay
Yeap, yeap okay, okay, okay

I double cup my lean
While I penetratin' your ho
Shorty Im twice as raw as you seen
By far

love herself, how the fuck you love my song
But that don't change shit, I'ma beat it up, baby
Uh, and she call me by my government, not trenchkid
We been

Sometimes keeping it real goes wrong
Termanology, Ras Kass, Wais The P and Statik

My block stay high, guap stay high
You could tell I'm high
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