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And lil’ mama got a plan
She just want to be up in the hills counting bands
I’m the type of nigga to tease the pussy in advance
Then grab you by the hands

by the pods
That your shit Garbage
Double ggs
On the sweats
You don’t know
About me
Niggas hate that I floss
Like a dental doctor
Most niggas be acting

I make shawty sing them hymns
Singing in falsetto she won’t let go now she want my kids
Thursday night I got my new fit
Shawty at my faucet for my new

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Make a bass guy sing in falsetto
Am on my picasso
Switching up my stylo
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Nze ndi musufu
Ebyange bitufu
Am so fly I

money thats counterfeit
All y'all fuckers can suck my dick
My shit look like a banana split
Harder then a peach pit
Y'all gonna see the size of it
Bit by

reaching new dimensions
I need to abstain from sin

Relaxin' in my destiny
Falsetto ain't really me
Ripping out a rhyme for your misery and mine
I hope it

I can tell by the pods
That your shit Garbage 
Double ggs
On the sweats 
You don't know
About me 
Nigga hate that I floss 
Like a dental doctor 
Most

I think of that plinkety plink
I see a fish swimming by in a school
Hey maybe this tub is....
"McElligot's Pool"!

This might be a pool,
Like I've

has a falsetto tone in their range
Like a dead skunk on the road, just lying their unmoving
You waste away your talent no idea what you're doing
While

captivated by your love now
I just wanna lay here you're my resting station
Look to the stars catch higher vibrations
And my shawty mad cute speak swahili
You

high notes
Falsettos and voice crackin'
Can't have it
You too trash and you past-tense
(You the past, aye)
Just a washed-up has-been
Hold on

Oh you mad

Praising Abba Yah
On a bassline melody
Finna hit falsetto on the best
Like this GO

Out my mind into your hand
Sanctify and consecrate me in you
Out

My old thing keeps on callin
He already misses it 
New ting's always tripping
Not used to his girl running it
I can't sit around
And let time pass by

And I’m still London and I’m still gunnin’
For everything I’ve ever wanted
Wouldn’t you
While the devil on my shoulder sing a falsetto
I put my all

the brain
Storm’s coming for you falsettos
Should’ve kept quiet
Sent the wrong memo
Could avoid a riot instead you throwing pebbles
Y’all sound the same

the ghetto
Uh- america
Pretty and ugly
Beautiful, bloody
You love me, america
Get shot witcha buddy by police
Fuck 12 every day in america
Good as the ghetto

with liars Not made by gepetto
Preacher the choir all singing falsetto
Pot gettin hot and I'm callin the kettle
Holding too tight think it's time you

bonds
But if you ain't bout the digits then you can't come along
I'm a long way gone
I try my best to go above and beyond
Day by day it goes on
I get

Green and yellow mix lime falsetto
High line no cello all night good fellow alright (Alright)
Stop by say hello those lies can't stay low
We fight like

Tokens
written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell

How many games we gonna play 
We taking over with fake voters and snake soda
Who make codes

moving them packs they fucking El Chapo
Got it by myself so why would I borrow
Pull up in that coupe man open the car door
Forgis on the whip that clip it

supper
Good luck, homie couldn't even get a puff from it
The mission is to take over where your eardrum is
Been summoned by the gods, won't sleep till I

you step
Around me no I ain't moving with a tech
Astonished by all my talents steady vexed
Y'all Bitter as shit
Never rub it your face
I love nigga how

trippy
I fucking love that
Such a nice, refreshing
Layer
So, um
Thanks for coming by last night
And, uh, good meetin' ya!
Come and fuck the falsetto out