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and your dame so when he wind blows
Your bodies whistle likes cranes
Call me by celebrity name, I readily aim
To hit you in your chest
Now your shirt readily

love this bitch
She don't top 'em like, "Whoa"
Pussy make me curl my toes
Ignore my hoes and my bros
Spit in her mouth (her mouth)
Nut in her nose

cll these hard times made my sound slap
Y'all still
Zzz
Zzz
Zzz
Sexy see me on the tv BIG SCREEN
Zzz
Zzz
Zzz
Y'all still sleeping on me huh
Even when

survive only though
Suspension of my belief
I can’t believe that they are gone
I never got to say so long
Can I get a big f in chat
Clearly there is no

Give you an +Eiffel+ like +tower+
Huh, but you can never see me
Black tear compliment my black
Lips in the Lamborghini
Puffing a spliff big as a branch

Overtime

Big Sean

Overtime

2019

B.I.G, look

The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no

It's me and my squad versus everybody
I know they gon' come when I call
That ain't my bitch she for everybody
She only come thru cause I ball
She

than I'm missing a piece
It ain't troubling me
I just chuckle and leave
Back to chasing my dreams
It's so obscene, scene by scene rebelling to make peace

greeted me saw I was a creature
Can see by my demeanor, get a quick feature
Going spazz on the beat will give you a seizure
Hit a prick like John Wick, I'm

Two tone AP, Kno these niggas hate me
Bet yo hoe goin chase me, She goin swallow babies
Tre Five on me KD, I ain't got trust im crazy
This a big

she call me pluto
I go by my nickname
And no i can not fuck wit shawty
All these bitches green day

He a church boy
Send that boy
To the heaven gates

With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I'm afraid someday they'll find me
Just stretched out

we gon turn this bitch into a Stick up 
My lil vultures swimming when I drown I make em pick up 
Fuck your big homie, you could tel him eat the dick

you now
When you sold me stories under shooting stars
Big talk, big walk, big promises that never led to anything
Still I stayed by your side
Until you

Got my name in yo mouth what you say it for
When they see you go up guess they hate you more
Dont you make me pop shiit like it was the fourth

get dough (you must think I'm lyin')
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy (you must think I'm lyin')
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready (you

Glory

David Wilcox

Turning Point

1997

Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three
That was my best guess
But hey, here I am this morning
Singing happy birthday to me

As I clean up all this mess

Tic-toc spend a band on the wristwatch
Big glock make a nigga do the hopscotch 
Bitch stop, give me slop in the drop top 
Top notch more gas than

he got a shawty but he celibate
Big propane in my blunt like I'm Pimp Hank
Off a jelly by the bean, I'm just tryna do the right thing
She don't wanna

think mr miyagi 
do you copy that
I told my bitch to bring me back them funds she say roger that
Choppa shoot just like a mini gun
It ain't dodging that

sometimes, sometimes 
I feel just like I do (yeah)
Like it's me against the world, even when I've got you
So I try to hide the big chip on my shoulder 
That

a couple tracks
Tryna double that before sleep
I got another dime
For my other dime
If she ever try to play me
I got a money mind
I don't got the time
For

out the Vette YBK is a big dog
I been smoking that gas got a big cough
Make my own drugs yeah I
Yeah, I roll my own weed don't need fentanyl
Do get fed

We surrounded by fools and halfway crooks
When they sayin' what I am, they tell me what I can't
But I'm takin' off from 12 like I'm Ja Morant
My mind