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ponto morto. 


RimoEntreRimas e 7l. 
Não pegando leve. 
Então senti a Track.

of you bitches, gimme a laugh
7th beat tape, ooh that's bad
Make some lyrics so ur shit ain't that trash
Hype my shit up, gimme a pass
Wanna make a track

I'm sitting here wondering where I'm heading
If I'm on track or am I just gliding
A constant struggle for who I am
Trying to keep up with your plan

2NTS
(Done Digital Productions)
(Sounds by Deano)
2NTS
2NTS
I just spent some stacks up on my left wrist (Yeah)
Pullin' in that Pista
Sayin' that I'm

Sniper King shoot down that flag rodger this is my new weapon
A massive sling shot by the name of Kabuto behold its awesome power
Water 7 This

Freud
Six times for the double income
Seven times six for the man that run
I wanna boom te boom te boom te boom bap
Boom te boom te boom on that track

Flying solo flying solo flying solo
Aeth Wonder
Back at it again with Zack, back at it again with Zack
On the mother fucking track

Ever since my

the best in the game no Nintendo
I’m surrounded by green like pimentos
And I’m giving it all to my kin folk
You don’t know shit, you don’t know nada
My life

fundraising
He lost his job to Covid, lost his Grandma to Covid
Lost track of time, lost his way, lost in the moment
Thoughts of a week ago when it was alight

the gat in my backpack
Loosen it, this when the strap back
Pull on her head, pull the them tracks back
He talking that shit, talk that fat cap
He ask me

on demand
'Bout to smoke 4, 5, 6, 7 grams
Right in Puerto Rico, feeling like the man
Let's have a good time it's
All part of the plan everything lit baby

Listen to this track bitch!
Grind til' it's morning
I count it as soon as I wake up

I grind til' it's morning (The AM)
I count it as soon as I wake

in pluse everything memorizing
Brah im not too black but rocah is flack instend of bread im eating flesh
Turn up the volume and feel the track cruch

Saw her, you smiled
It's been seven years, she's still in this town
Seven years of dreams, desires, fears and regrets
Cleansing your soul, after time

my guac
I don’t mean amole
Feel like I’m being watched
I don’t mean a Rollie (Okay)
I’m half past seven o' clock
All by my lonely (Kyuh)
Spit's got

I was waiting, for your call
7 days sat by the phone
I’ve lost keeping, track of time
Seen the signs, gotta get you out of my mind


And I don't know

couches
By then they ain't need no vouching
But we ain't never been no slouches

I had been plotting in the back of the bus when Nyne heard me do my thing

an appropriate track
To shout the bros like my nigga Tim rollin’ the thrax
7th grade hoop dreams thinking Kobe and Shaq
Remember duck lip friend tried to throw me

seven
But I dreamed it with my head in the clouds
My brain in heaven (yeah)
By twelve, my mind dwelled in myself
Should’ve called help when I lept and I

on the way up
Track gone hit like nunchuks
Nigga I don't give like one fuck
I make it look like a lay up
I'm on the i'm the way up
I'm on the work on the move

(Ay, I'm movin' up, I'm movin' up, I'm movin' up)
(I'm movin', I'm movin' up)

I'm movin' up I don't care about a back track
I'm showing love I don't

out here
About ten years and he's still been the same, man we still been the same
Same games, same streets, same teams
Same tracks, same snacks like

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

tracks, made 6 or 7 racks
A couple days later on twitter I saw this photo of myself and I was grinning
That 4K camera of quality had got me tripping
So

On the gram flex with a Rolex (Fake)
But I never see a track on ya page
Just a lotta pics staged liked by some young aged
I guess this is what the people like