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painting this this portrait of you I hope you don't mind
Cool
Look maybe we can get together sometime
Uh
I'm a lil nervous so bare with me
Yeah
Ooh
Aye
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the midst of it all
I got a soft spot for bitches with glasses
If you ask me
I am actively searching for assets
But distracted by South African Asses
Im
I can not trust you, you not a go getter
How you on go if you ain't got no engine
Prove ain't in numbers, just watch me you figure
Portrait me out,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I'm a player, been player nigga, you can ask your honey
So many big faces, they swear that I'm making hundreds,
Keep a few boo's up in my room and you
the code is miles away
Hundred miles away
And if you ask me too I'll
Walk this path with you
Live by the code you wrote
I'll walk these miles alone
And if
and it will be recorded in the portrait of death...
you see what i see
by one hundred and ninety-three heads
that rot in their castle
built with the bones
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
Niggas be like fuck with my producer... I be like I'm good
Fuck yo producer my beatz is by Meexhie
No Limit (Yeah) It's No Limit, No Limit (Yeah)
and
You can see that clearly
You ain't big, not nearly, really
When you see me in H
And I know none of them ain't carrying weight
Ask Presto, he will tell
Oh my God, what does it do?
Oh my Lord, I don't know you
Doing the work don't scare me
It took a lot of pain
Just to paint these words
It's pouring
Out of one billion million things
Out of quadrillion trillion years
Out of the portrait and into the ink
You could be anything that you can think
Out
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
inspiration from the end of a rope
I pray to breathe
Life has me by the throat
cll of the hates repeating
Horrible things you said
I feel the love it's
I was to scared to tell you that I put them
All of these winter nights come see me bleeding
Ever since then I can't even go speak to you
Ask me what
the portrait of the old days
Taking up way too much space
I dared you to replace me
The look on your face
I scarred you, I was scared
Baby, I can't ask for one
My nigga I’m acting ignorant
My new girl ask me
To act normal
I’m running to that
Paper
I’m trying to get up
My commas
Ignorant
You know I keep
Éire, Ireland, Hibernia
You are all this
You are all this and more!
My Ireland
You are trying to be all encompassing
And it's an impossible task
So I ask
Hundred thousand what you mean?
Money hangin' out my jeans
Double cups stay on lean
Bad women all on me
Bright lights all I see
Bright lights
I placed my hand on a dartboard
You threw as hard as you could
I lied to you when I said it
Didn't hurt
20/20 vision bullseye disguised by your
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
wit me) (I'm wit you!)
We ain't playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong
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