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out I'm talking my shit, you know I'm gon pop my shit
I'm tryna ice out my wrist, with a bad bitch and she gliss up her lips
I think about my life,

Sing to me like you always used to 
Do when we laid side by side to
Gether in lasting starry nights I
Still remember your dark brown eyes in

I could cause apocalypse with no regard
When I part my lips I might just go to far 
I've just been born again so I don't got no scars
Now I'm just

[Hook: Magno]
You gotta wide body whip (whip)
Big mother ship (ship)
Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip
They rushing to the stage but you

I used to fuck this bih that had some lips just like Rihanna
Her hips come from her mama and that ass from the Bahamas 
She got two or three degrees

Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal

You never wanted me and I wanted you to
I never held you tight and I never tasted your lips
Yeah, I thought I found Heaven and what kinda hell was

Distorted receptors
Peroxide halo
Black soulless windows
Abandoned vessel
Automatic mania
Induced by the C.R.E.A.M
What a waste of a sister
No one

passing by
Tight black corset and a bustle to die for
I see my mistake as she catches my eye - oh yeah
And she says
How can I love you with that
clean upper

yours?' 'can I be yours?'  Still I can see that you are dressed in black  Still I can feel how warm were you lips  Still I am I'm looking for myself in

Once upon a time, there was a little black girl
In the Brewster Projects of Detroit, Michigan
At fifteen, she was spotted by an Ebony Fashion Fair

your lips
It's on your lips

Strong vibrations though soft by choice
Spellbind me with every noise

Voice
It's your voice
It's in your voice

Soothing

Hum
Pixie dust in the city made me icey like jack frost,
Leaky gotta get dee seezle it don't matter what the Cost,
Gritty dust cut my lips made me

A twisted story

I sped home
From the diner
To craft the spell
In the fire
Weave it well
Weave it higher

He's a dark soul
With blood on his lips
I wanted

those ripped black jeans again
On your ankles a pair of white checks
I like your free and tough image with a smooth flow
The way you smile when we drink

His words have got me wanting to be touched by his Brown Skin
Or drenched in it like Brown men
Like a strawberry dipped in chocolate, so close, it

she a baddie baddie, shordy lips taste like brandy and she be nasty nasty, riding me in di cabby cabby
Miss fatty fatty thicker than a michidean patty,

Lil mama bussin off the rip
I got it bussin on her lips
Got sum to buss up off my hip
Got sum to blast up in the stereo

Lil mama bussin off the rip

what will occur
Even though times may seem black
I promise you no I won't slack
She needs love and I got some
I know by saying this I'll be dumb

Can she

Lil hoe don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips
Dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin', stop runnin' your lips
I'm not

When you're all alone
Curse like ink inside you
Wherever you go
Toxins on your lips drip off
When you kiss her
Think you can love her
But you're a reaper

Li$p, Prxset, bLaze, Nxkrom, Ghostygand:
WE ARE NOT YOUR SLAVE, BITCH!

Li$p:
Dancing immorality,
deny the reality, 
envious to finest tree consists

Tell a nigga he can't fuck with this
Met ya bitch and now she on my dick
Fucked her now she wanna cap and shit
Tell her friends my nut on her lip

Always play it how it go she don’t ever have a plan she don’t ever have a plan
If she dies she said she wanna be buried six feet in black sand six feet in