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I couldn't say a thing 
I only made it worse 
Oh-oh-oh

And if I saw your man 
Would I start a row? 
Crashing through your bedroom
When he was

They call me Rouge (Mama nangai)

Back with a vengeance
Which bitch thinking he could top me?
Ahead of the game, given you a head start
Everything

on my money I'm breaking the ceiling
He keep on talking his head gon' be leaking
Red and blue bands my girl Puerto Rican
I think I'm lost I might need

We be freaky when we be up in that VIP
We in this bitch the longway you can call me peewee
I ain't talkin bout Rihanna when I say you riri
Stupid ass

from the cops (from the cops)
.40 on me when they're not
We got it locked
Shit in a knot
3 in the loft
Shit gettin' hot, uh
Ayy, what would you do

face
Staring through myself while the truck stop melts away

Who was the stranger
Moving around inside my life?
Could he account for
The blankness that

why's he calling you baby
I thought that this money would've made you stay
But what can I say I'm in love with the games you play
So baby let me play

would be better like ugh
But maybe they're right maybe I might
Things could be different if that's what they like
And how 'bout I poison the haters

off
I'll produce a stunner
They see me slaving
Got'em thinking
Wasn't that abolished
If you seen me
When I started
You would be astonished
I took

can run it but I'm no Reagan
cnd the feelings got ya bones shaking
Talking sweet like you know satan
The world is tuning in to my congregation
ctrocious

you see in him
Does he really love you? Yeah
Like you know that I can, yeah

You keep running away when I need you most
Running away when I get too

hollies and thotties on me
Man, I wish he would try me, we gone leave him dead
Bullets they flying, we leave him with lead
Watch where you step, and watch

tricks
I been in the studio making the hits 
It took me a min but I got it to click 
Bitch

So how could you blame me 
Send a subliminal they never name me

miss me)
I think you're lyin'
(I think you're lyin')
I think you're lyin'
(I think you're lyin')

I can't hide my feelings
Sometimes I think 'bout us
I

25 minutes
Bet you I could make a good track
I'm goin' in the studio

I ain't recordin' no diss tracks
Why would I tell em' nigga fuck that
I work

and I
Ain't looked back since
My homie opened a shop the
Closest that I been
He would mail me sneakers I
Could sell for rent
Say when, I got like you had

[Verse - Cee]
Yeah, we always feeling like the outsiders
I look around and ain't a human who could out-drive us
We delaying gratification to count

block, it was risky
Know some niggas really tryna get me
380 gon' blow if he movin' too mixy
Up a knock and I'm doin' it quickly
Notti live on, me and DD

Young Rich Squad
Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder
Ahaha, yeah the champ is here
I'm the motherfuckin'-,  yeah
I'm the motherfuckin' champ 'round

off
Two whores, thirty sixth floor
2 door but it fit four
A good night, it could turn bad
Good life but it burn fast
Lost friends and the game folds

They looking at me like "yo he 'bout to bust
Dang" and this beats a slapper
I'mma snap just like I'm Mustang bust bang
Making 'em chicken with

Yeah yeah
You try to get your cake up
I been trynna do something greater
Yeah yeah
Now I can't even make up
Every single night I stayed up
Yeah Yeah

in

Uh, this ain't no halo over my head, bitch
But dear God, can you forgive the sinning
For everything I done did since my beginning
Because the devil

Back in the west where Them niggas can't lack
With a bad Vicky cause she got a fat ass
Pretty lil ting really slick with the chat
Gotta link with my