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Say she needs a minute I'm a big boy
Imma slide into the pussy like a flipflop
I be sipping on that purple smoking moonrock
Boutta make her panties fall

We went out tonight
City lights are guiding us
And in the sky
Our fate is painted by the stars
Moving lights in the dark
And people is dancing
We are

There’s a girl sitting on the pavement
And a boy next to her
They are kissing, kissing and kissing
It’s a farewell

I can see the sparkle in their

Yo everything I been through
Many decisions that probably did offend You
I chose so much off the world’s menu
Out here cutting up reminds of a Ginsu

Dull sensations push them to the wall
Oh, to the walls, yeah
And the thorns that fall have the guts to walk upon them all

Halfway there
I was waiting by

My hands went cold
I don’t know
what brought me to this point

My hands went cold
I remember
being such a nice warm boy

I believe
there’s so much

than Liu Kang SnapBack by BWood I'm Top Of The Food Chain fuck on dimes and tell em get lost like lose change
ever since I married money some friends

sontse, boy sil'ney!
Zakat bledneyet, no derutsa
Vragi vsyo yarostney i zley!
I pala noch na pole brani,
Druzhiny v mrake razoshlis . . .

Vsyo stikhlo, i v

by the wheel
And tears start to fall as he begins to pray
Chorus- 
Lord send the rain
My fields of harvest are withered away
The sun's heat has dried

with bravado
Paint this fucking picture in your head
Bitch, Picasso
2017
We passed by this game like Rondo
Fights in the front
Don't care pass the fronto

shade
I tell them niggas to go that way
They know my bag filled with mad cake
It make my back ache
Money fall out like a cascade
Black and white diamonds

the summer, undercover in the fall
Pick out what you want, I don't care about the cost

We both got nothing to do
I guess there's something to you
They don't

When I tell my little girl to
Wish upon a star
When I tell my little boy
Where the angels are
They don't give it a second thought
My word is all they

to the mall
Why these broke boys
Wanna hate on a young nigga
You make no noise
Better check on yo funds nigga
I might just flood on my neck
I love the way that

I'm from a concrete jungle like B-I-G
Hit you with that bass line... I-E-D
Ya boy pysch ward sick, guess that's why they scared of me
Ghost writer, I

of the million
Trueborn children, oh my boy.


I bring me down, you make me high
I become the sky, i become the soil
And the longest fall i take is for you
Oh, my

blurry
Every day struggling i keep goin 30

Made it out the trenches i just boosted my endurance
Crash the fucking whip the price is boomin on my insurance

All of you are grabbing at the throne
But who's the king 

Grab a bitch boy By his throat
And cut it open like a goat 
No remorse
And no more hope 
Got

talk a little bit and we could just be friends
Went out twice, that is all that you needed to hook me in
Didn’t think I’d fall in love with something

I been thinkin' back and reminiscin' 
Don't no one understand me because they don't ever listen
And I don't speak out
Only if you know who I'm 'bout

wanna fuck you to sleep tonight, baby
Work out just for you, get my arms big
Check them videos and get my game thick
Wanna take you to my bed make you

Remembering the days
Prisoned within picture frames
Back when boys were built from sand 
Is it funny you're slipping out of hand 
Don't need to worry,

judged by the skin tone, until i bust loose
In the booth with a fuse lit, that's when their mood switch
"Damn, this white boy got a sick flow,
The wordplay

a chrome gat
Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
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