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gon' pay off for you?
Boy please,
I'm just waiting to get the phone call for them to tell me to come down and identify your body.
It ain't gon'
on
More than me
Tell by the sparkles
They bringing the bottles
We blowing it down
And thats VIP
She got the right one
Guaranteed
Pipe her ass down
And she
bad bitch, bounce
Roll out, tell that bad bitch, bounce (Bitch bounce)
I made amends, I gotta different type of plan
Taking no l’s (no l's) like
getting money f**k 'em
Can't fix the s**t then f**k it
You tripping over that h** she low key ugly
Eight in a two got your boy feeling sluggish
But don't
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
the city,
The nitty gritty, always together like titties.
By any chance that I do get burnt,
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax
with the killers (Stretch)
Kway back, I put one in the headie
Before rap, I been that nigga (Ayy)
I can tell you 'bout war in the W
Me and M went there
passcode
I pour some drank out for my loved ones they buried under the roads
Live by the sword die by the sword better pray you come out them trenches
That
more I put it in God's hands
I'm chosen
I'm chosen
Can't leave the crib without that fire this shit get wicked don't it Thought that was yo man back
and plain, gotta pay me when you take a picture
'Cause I ain't never play with money, boy you see the vision
You can tell the boys I'm on the way, go ahead
out of my way
Yeah
Lots of people tryna test my faith
Nah
So imma tell em' get out of my way
Pity patty, I'm tapping in with the beat
I keep em' happy
degrees in December
That's why the years go by so fast
It seem like yesterday I used to
Sport that pleather MCM member
Tryin' to be a jack boy, me, Mark
Biggyy sth ayy
Verse I:-
Tuzzy Mayana:-
Eyes on the prize
Gone from me side
Live by the sword and thats how you die
I miss my nigga everyday i fit dey
Bitches be talking that shit but they lame
You can tell by the way that move
What I mean
Ain't nothin but fuckery
But they don't fuck with me
Put this shit
She say I look like a billion
I guess she paying attention
See, I'm minding my business
I put that before feelings
Put my heart in my passion
shit motherfucker good shit
I think I'm a little jet drunk motherfuck
Ay, look here ay I'm off this liquor-ice rainall boy
You understand that don't
ass not on anything (At all)
Wavin that pistol on Insta aint nun on it boy that bitch clean (Squeaky clean)
They like how he do it I jus beat another
say that I'm broke but why your stuff cheap?
Boy don't play with me
Glock-19 put your but to sleep
I'm going in deep
You should know by now that I
Lately, I've been feeling alone
You the king you overthrown
So many shots hit him right in his dome
Can't fuck with me I'm in my zone
You a boy I can tell
DC for
Can't forget my riders off in Virginia
Tell 'em free B-More Goose, they put that boy in a blender
Gots up in here, politics player
Other than
Summer loving had me a blast
Summer loving happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away to uh oh
for a man that can hear my heart
Too effortlessly tell him who I put a lot of effort in me
Read my description
Got my attention
Things I should mention
know that I got
several
Plenty of em
Keep me out the group chat, baby, don't go tell your people
All they gon' do is hate and tell you that I'm evil
But
[talkin': Trey Songz]
Ya'll songbook I'm a keep my keys this time you heard
come on Sammie said the drinks are on him tonight
He put it all on his
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