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to tell her how I ain't like them other folks
As I spoke I noticed cliche within my tone
Like damn, she kinda right to be trippin
Ain't no way for me

fiat-money-industries price gouged
Regardless of party, i'd visit the white house
Can't wait to watch my sister recite vows
All I can say is this is me right now
It's

the glow, so I know that there's life in you
You got my seed, so you think that I'll be wifey you

You filled with lust, I'm pretty sure I'm not who's right

got a fat dime, call her 50 cent
Pretty face, but the waist measured by fitting fence
I got a silly sense, sorry just getting lit
whores do love Harley

I'm okay, but my heart had to delay Got a shorty with a bad lil' two-tone face

I just beat the box, she said she love it on her face Missionary just

the sex
Two different bitches, I don't know which to pick
I like my bitches pretty, rich, and thick
She like the diamonds that hit on my wrist
Seen her out

on repeat
It's by lil' Egypt and Xloud
I hope these motherfuckers repent
Before we make his ass a godsend, oh my god

What the fuck
I keep stackin' this cup

face
Can't you see it in my eyes, can't you hear it in my tone, can't you feel it in my smile ?
Don't know why, but I'm hidden deep inside trying to find

step on your pretty face.
And when I'm through with you, I'll forget you like you were nothin'!

(Dialog: Celph Titled and J-Zone)
(J-Zone:) Hahaha

We've been reachin' milestones
My dial tones are probably followed
By Robin Williams number
In the summer we gon' be stylin'
On all the non-believers

a grown-ass man, nigga, watch your tone
Well, who the fuck is you yellin' at?

Off-White denim, Dior my shirt and my sneakers
She like how I put this shit

The flyest nigga in the room
Might by your coffins 

Just get my name written on them hoes quite often 
I like a bad bitch 
Straight teeth 
Gloss poppin 
Hair

I got two-tones on my back now
That's the type of shit that you don't ask 'bout
And my pretty nena hold the mac down
Ain't no couch potato so if you

confidence

I took it all to heart
Each time that my mistakes were chastised in that tone
So I withdrew and stood apart
And since then I've been stingy with

Young boy what you got to say I don't know
I'm the typa guy to keep it on the down low
Homies hit my phone what you been so quiet for
Man
I'm

ticking to the tone
And the tempo
The tick boom
And they never make a move
Until I come in the room
Drop a nuke with my posture
You should've known
By

the pretty girls are insecure
And you know I got....ISSUES
That why I take my time wit u
No, you worry about my health
Ask if I need help
When I'm dealing with

106 down 109. Look, play my tones
I go where I want. 
I say what I want.
I do what I want.
Getcho’ ass whooped if you want

Me, no. I no gump
Gotta pay

At 3
They called me pretty
Soft, gentle, small
Loved and sheltered
Well mannered. I had to be

Too loud at 6
Tone down, stay fragile, now
By 13, I

calm in this moment
You can tell by my tone
Rollin yabba dabba doobies
Getting Freddy flintstoned
Watching Scooby Dooby Do
While my craft is getting

on my way to you
And once I hear that tone for real
I'll be in the Zone for real
I'll do my best to make your dreams come true
So
Would you ride or die

Saucin up saucin up Shawtys
So saucy, erbody be searching for badboy
Hunted by hundreds, hiace for my party
Amar get a backup, bazaar choice

Sqeeze, too

been waiting for a long time
Said you're hella wet because of my songs
Now you finally got me all alone like

Pull up by my place that's a drop
Coochie

wanna not be bored
when every day
all looks the same
through a filter
sepia tones cover up my flaws
the wandering mouths
the passing sounds
I’m just