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take you by the palm, then hold you by your hips

Kiss your pretty lips, love like this don't exist. And I miss every time that we don't see each other

old to new 

on to the next yeah its a play by play 
the same old thing when the daylight change 
flex on dishonor yeah say what you say 
who would

what a play test is right?
Greg: Yeah, I'm just answering the question. But it would be cool to see something exciting happen, like a bug that looks like

Pretty lil bitch didn't know you was a hoe yeah
You just want my jewlery i left that shit at home yeah
Oo
Girl leave me alone yeah
Yeah i did it by

nobody sees me
Just don't do something that you'll regret
Come too far to get strung up by your neck
Maybe I should just forgive and forget
But That shit

Number two: I want a place to release my kids in
Girl I know you've been dreaming about a white Christmas
Come play with my Jingle Bells
By yourself

Nothin' really is
For things to stay the same, they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name but not the ways you play

Begin from something ay
To the heart from what does it part yea
Can't do nothing beside play your part ay
Fall outta line if you ain't got the job

Begin from something ay
To the heart from what does it part yea
Can’t do nothing beside play your part ay
Fall outta line if you ain’t got the job

himself inside something like a translucent capsule, connected to the rooster’s legs by means of some sort of an also translucent wire - an enchanted

ain't on no play shit
Trips overseas, yeah, for your patience
Skin glowing bag, popping affirmations
You want something real, you don't want no fake shit

still in silence 
Blinded by heavy eyelids 
Watching the world go by atop her shelf 
Never to be held - she wasn't made for play 
Only for display - if

and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So

expected from children
Wut am I sayin yea
On the grind made something from nothing
So niggas will hate it (niggas will hate it)
Try and play me on some sucka

New York litty

Fly Papis in the club
Came thru Drippin
Pulled up wit the Day 1z
And We all Tipsy
All Eyes On us
Cuz We So Pretty
Bouta get bouta get
NY

So, I just want you to hear me out one last time, play the song and then good night

Memories come to mind vividly
How you came by to chill with me
You

when sad
Hey, "As-salamu alaykum" to them
Firm true believers
Hope y'all pretty good as
The message receiver 'Cause yo
We got to take things into our own

your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character

a little something like this

(Hook)
My mom would play 
Lost boys 
DMX
Billie holiday 
Camron 
Naughty by nature
Mary j 
Long car rides same song replayed

Here's just a seed and then a tree, the pretty leaves
Why can't I try to remember what you say
Here's just a seed and then a tree, the pretty leaves

lit"
Lotto's for win, coming in
Who is this
Pretty bitch come and sit it on my hip
Pretty lips, licky lick a little bit (Ya)
I might hit if you coming

there's anything close to perfect
Maybe there's a place where it's never rainy
Pretty face that might call me baby
Won't have to chase to feel loved safely

something to chief on
Bad hoe to freak on, with a pretty face to skeet on
G'z on my back like my real nigga Dion
Lion like Leon, kind of like King Kong

I can never find what the problem is
I can only try, I'm not flawless
The sky just looks like a painting
Sometimes i think I'm God's play thing
I can